seldom do i wish
for skin pressing on mine
as gentle as a whisper
as powerful as the mountain storm
so infrequently do i ask
for stars within me to collide
a breath so deep
it kisses my bones
safety in the arms of whom
i once called home
a deep necessity settles inside of me
a honeybee caught in the rain
from a journey too far
where the flowers are heavy with fruit
a once roaring fire begging for more
fuel, fuel for life
tiny snowflakes fallen indifferently
crying for time, more time
cravings for a touch so sensationally
entire
i believe I’ve experienced life in the skies
i cry and i cry and i cry