Longing

All these nights I spend

in silent longing for you,

slowly and surely

learning

the true meaning of craving;

Trying to capture

and hold onto that feeling,

created in imagination

wherein we shared one bed,

gratified and out of breath,

wholly at ease

at what will be

the end of all waiting

So envisioning a little illusion,

sweet yet positively

necessary;

This alternative, preferable reality

that soothes my milling mind,

ever longing to wake up

in the comfort

of your love