I love you.
You are water that hydrates my soul
and yes, it is a dry, vacant wasteland
longing for your touch.

Tell me you want me as much as
I need you.

You are sweet nectar for a healing heart.
Hold my hand. Pull me out
of the darkness. Wrap me in your
embrace and I will smile.

This isn’t right, but it is a spell
I cannot break.

You steal the air from my lungs with you glow,
and I am born again.
Whispers dance in our streets and slip
in the cracks beneath us.

Words I should never speak erupt
and burn your ears with heated passion.
Your lips are sewed shut in surprise.
Compressed truth is pressure I no longer feel,
but I am numb because of it.

I long for you to whisper sweet nothings back,
but this love is forbidden.