Can we always
be this close
to each
other?
Your nose
brushes
mine
and we smile
and
in the silence
more is said
than words
exchanged between
lips over
three hours.
Your tears and sadness ignite
a protective longing
within myself.
I wish to whisk you away
to safety
as you lay your head
against my breast.
So we conduct this
rhythm of
lust and
I want for nothing.
Your leg draped over mine
emanates comfort
I never needed,
yet I couldn't imagine
now,
living without it.
Sex satiates
serious
sensual
starvation,
yet what truly
feeds my soul:
your hand
holding
my own.
I have no need of light,
the stars in your eyes
are enough.
