"You are at the end of my fingertips"*
the cherished itch between my flesh and nail
that I giggly scratch and the blood of loneliness drips
sealing all the hugs and kisses to send them by mail

you are the lashes to my eye, minced to my pie
and days without you lost their right of count
for no matter how busy I keep and hard I try
the sizzling thoughts of you never fade, they don't

If you were the bible I would read all the verses
if you were the ocean I would explore every corner
if you were soccer I would make complete passes
and if you were near I know I wouldn't be a loner

those are the echoes consequent to my silent heart's screams
for you are a choice I would make even in my dreams