I want your hands …

I want your hands to touch mine

To lead me through the darkness

To catch the light kissing the tunnel floor.


I need your eyes for poetic quests

To show me flowers in pretty fields

And awaken youthful dreams.


I desire sweet music

Alluring, calming, lyrical sounds

That I cannot hear above

The din of solitude.


I crave your love of coffee shops

And fresh fruit stalls

Filling my head with scented hope

And endless joy.

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