crave (oct 12 2014)
i crave
your touch,
fingers wrapped around my waist
arms tight, holding me
in, locked in a dream
that is the stuff
of my imagination
are you
real? last i
checked, the ghost of you
left, leaving me
in the dust
now he is a mere
memory, a scar in the back
of my mind
but i crave
you.
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
