Yes, I confess
Addiction

I am addicted to images of you—
my eyes trace the lines of your lips,
imagined kiss;
memory feels how soft your hair;
mental fingers cradle round the edges
of your enchanting face;
your strong chest beckons to embrace;
large, safe, secure hands to hold,
fingers interlaced.

Yes, I confess,
I am addicted to visions of you
to being lost in the ever-changing blue,
the secrets beautiful
in your eyes.

Feed, Love, feed this craving need
for more snapshots
more frozen moments
more memories & more dreams
of you.