I long to be the warmth beneath your skin

That dull ache in your bones

That breath you can’t quite catch

The one that sits in your throat

Just out of reach.

I long to be the grass underneath

The rock where you rest

On the blanket that shelters your thoughts

Under the tree filtering harsh sunlight

On a cloudless afternoon.

I long to be the sky overhead

Open to all of your words

Shouted and whispered

All at once both captive and free

Boundless and restricted

Unearthed and undiscovered.

I long to be your midnight indulgence

The best kept secret,

Even from yourself

And yet, the one you’re endlessly proud

To call your own.

I long for contradictions to be made plain

Intersecting forces to quiet harsh tones

And for conflicting voices to see reason

This is no time for folly

Hearty foolishness is not welcome here.