I love you so much I feel like a ticking time bomb
At any minute I will explode
Splattering wishful thinking and pieces of a swollen heart all over
Your breath in my neck is a prison
Because it’s all I can think about
All I can feel
I ache for your fingertips
I ache for the softness of your palm
Your scent paints patterns on my spine
Tracing it carefully, just like you would
Trickling down a curved back
Waiting to swallow my presence whole
And send me down to the abyss of your loving
I need to come home
Home to your softness
Home to your body
Home to you.