cravings

Hold me...
By your tired arms
In the darkness punctuated by our fears
In the uninterrupted silence of our sorrows,
In the lost seasons of longing.

Hold me,
By your pauses,
Your introspection,
Your raw sincerity
Your perfection.
Hold me,
Too close
And far enough
From that shroud of enigma around that smile.
Hold me,
With your scent,
Your fingerprints receding from my rearview mirror
Your laughter imprinted on the insides of my head
Your absence.
And yet your permanence.