We are truly desperate
For a tiny taste of your grace
Your ecstasy is space
Graduated degrees of separation
Is what awaits any being
Who has ever truly tasted you
Face to face we trace
Figments of the coastline in our mind
Your hunger is as blind as the daylight
On your skin I begin to examine my own face
It's the faintest light I’ve ever seen
But it's enough for me
To remain permanently hungry for your lips
So I persist in getting back at you bit by bit
You attack me with your tongue
And then suddenly I'm young again
We ripped the sheets on contact
If every poem is a crossword puzzle
Then all we really need to know
Is on which page the answer-sheet is hidden