I crave intimacy
Not the type that subconsciously comes to mind -
The connection
Between one soul,
To another  
Bleeding pure, genuine
Devotion.
I crave fidelity
An enduring exchange
I don't want to be physically touched;
I want to feel my internal organs
Spark.
I want to embrace it  
Savoring every moment

Is it my fault
that the sun rises every morning
and wakes me up from my cursed slumber

Is it my fault that I lift my legs with every ounce of courage
In hopes that it may be rewarded

Is it my fault I hurt so much inside

I'm closing the gap
Between our souls
With love and luck
We won't be torn apart

If I could love, I would take the best of marble and dove,
And craft her eyes like inlaid tombs in stone skyward flight.
Just so, the Egyptian khamsin wind, by way of Rhodes,
Alights with evenness on the trullo stone of Alberobello.
Just so, the weighing of the heart lies between marble and dove.