That look

no words come close
and yet you could write
an entire novel about it

but you can't put it into words

but I'd **** for that look
I would die for it

I need no other affirmation

no other high

other than that glance
that look of love or something
near

the appreciation
the want
the need
reciprocated with locked eyes

I've lived without it
up to this point

but I can't imagine another
happy day

without
your
loving
look

I am an absolute fool

I yearn for the embrace
the touch
the caress
of curious fingers

tender hands

reaching out for me

soul to soul,
through body warmth
a burn in my stomach
but a fire in the pit of it

I miss the security of
arms wrapped around

I miss the security of
of being trapped within
clasped hands

the purpose,
the mutual need to
be close

coddle me

make it so

I want all the air I breathe

to be littered by the intentions of another