The love I carry within
Boils beneath skin
Is the need
To hold your delicateness
Brimful with tenderness; as
I imagine the texture and fragrance
Of velvet pink rose petals.
Something I crave more than wine
To be with you
Unaware of time
For I float through it aimlessly anyway
Forever wandering my nothingness
Thirsting for only one thing...
Jonathan M. Emerson