Severely and deeply

When I think of you

I can’t focus on any one thing.

The way your palms feel, on your side of the bed

All I can do to not crawl within your gaze

To not place my palm over yours

To hold your touch against my skin and show you

exactly how much I need your hands

to hold me together, your hands

to pull me apart.

I gather and collapse

in your fingers. How can I ride a feeling

That I can only identify as the taste of your skin.

A smell from your nose. The way your tongue moves

between our teeth.

You feel like me.

So how can I focus on any one thing

when you are everything,

when you are everywhere.

I can’t rest

I can’t breathe easy

until you rest my spinning head-

a break from thinking, for my being is long and tired.

I let you in to blink and swallow.

Do my bidding.

Is the word still trust when ones self is completely

removed.

I give you me. And all our faults. Without hopes and prayers. Without ownership. I can not give. You take.

We’re yours.