I wish I could trace him,
Like the pages of a favourite fiction,
To read his lips with each word escaping,
Run my fingers through every thought,
That tangles in strands of deep poetry,
His taste lingers on my skin,
As I catch the twinkling stars in his eyes,
A constellation of lovers and missed chances,
I wish I could decipher every secret he held,
In the beating of his pulsing veins,
The loneliness coursing through his being,
For I wish I was made to fit his contour,
A piece of puzzle to his dreams and more.

@byizn