Someone once told me that when you crave something, it's your body's way of telling you that you need it.
So tonight when I crave your presence, I must need it.
We have crossed universes before, telling each other stories without using words;
Sharing secrets between the lips and bed sheets.
I wish I could tell you these thoughts and how your lips still seem foreign
However many times they meet mine, they still seem forbidden.
I wish I knew the secrets you keep, even though I can taste them in my dreams,
And the rare times they escape out of your mouth.
However, I have difficulty distinguishing your words.
I often see you in my dreams, confessing every thought and every concern in my being,
But you just whisper that you love me,
As if you're haunting me.