Breath
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

Breath:
Our only currency.
Love under pressure:
Grows past borders,
To be We not me:
A craving past desire.
Feel me:
I feel you,
Across vast space,
You are all I seek,
Touch me any way:
For I am starving —
Malnourished & tortured,
Sleeping without rest:
Longing for your touch.
