I want a kiss more than a kiss
So I will draw your lips on the sky
Though wind will blow it far from my grasp
You'd have the satisfaction to watch me chasing
I want a touch more than a touch
Like brushed strokes left on an empty canvas
Individually significant to what my hands feel
And will cease the erotion of the fabric of my imagination
I want to breathe more than a breath
To breathe wind through which has given me life
Through valleys and mountains and none shall scorn
What has emptied my lungs to graze your skin
And though dazed and longing
What once was a stray heart will lay in your garden, insistently beating for your picking
