It's funny how
he turns the air I breathe thick and
sweet,
how he can erase the smile that I plastered on carelessly
before
and replace it with a genuine one, full of bliss and
desire.
How he can easily breathe a word and it fills my
heart
and head with laughter and hope
and something new altogether.
Is it wrong for me to want something
that I've never had,
to miss a feeling I've never felt?
The curvature of his arm,
hold me there and let me weep
for something that I desperately want.
Let me breathe you in,
fill my lungs with the clarity I need.
I need you,
my own whimsical dream,
a wisp and a phone call away.
