burn
my skin burns
every atom in my flesh moves
never at rest
as if anticipating, nay, expecting your touch
every breath
each sigh
waiting in expectation
of your kiss
you’re beautiful
and i too see my beauty in your eyes
those deep pools of green..blue
kaleidoscope of colors that explode in my heart
how can we live when we’re apart
i ask you, how?
pragmatic hearts, alas
living but not really..
not really..
come back soon
my quintessential
my dear mr. marvel..
