Im craving something and I know exactly what
Im craving her touch the feel of skin on skin.

Im craving the love we feel when our nerves are stretched out wire thin.

Im craving the heart I feel when she is herself and shes wanting it to be felt.

Im craving her breath in my ear when the only thing I want to do is fall into her and melt.

Im craving her whisper when I need to feel her gentlest nudge to set me back up right.

Im craving me to spoon with her when she just wants to lay in bed and wake at window cracking morning light.

Im craving us hand in hand walking on the beach, we find a spot somewhere private but exposed and make love in the misty evening breeze.

Im craving us as children running through fields and climbing mountain trees.

Im craving the closeness we share that was disrupted in a fury of words and recklessness.

Im craving her blue when she wants to be orange and her purple when she wants to be a yellowness.

Im craving her a compliment when she is the one who needs lifted cause she does not think shes perfect.

Im craving a walk in the rain hand in hand to sing and giggle and feel and just be the imperfectly perfect beings we are. Im craving something and I know exactly what I want...

I Want Her.

A craving so powerful,
It binds the senses.
It draws you out like cologne,
Feeds off your body with fervour.
It pours on your misery,
Making you sweat and making you swear,
Spilling onto the floor and making you care.
Once you get stung,
Twice you get stung,
It doesn't matter. 

Out you go,
Looking for clues, and
strapped to your soul is a
reason to move.
Forward? Is that your way?
The craving acknowledges no
sense of direction,
no sense of logic.
It ploughs down at will,
And destroys to ****. 

The craving today is a craving
to last as long as an asteroid
rocketing through the pitch black,
illuminating the path it traces
so wonderfully that you take a step back,
and say,
"Well, I wish you were here,
But you're so far away.
I'm not sad, just disappointed.
But I can see your light,
And I don't mind it any day. "

The craving yesterday was a craving
to last forever only for it to breach
the barriers of never.
This bind no longer striking me hard,
knowing I'd come to senses
about this craving.
The bind coming off never meant
I abandoned it.
It is time to embrace it,
The cufflinks come off. 

A craving to misinterpret,
A craving to comprehend.
Feelings tainted by a smidge
of uncertainty, fracturing time.
The craving that keeps on giving,
The craving of love.