Longing

Air thick, dense, palpable
You close, solid, real...
Starving, I gulp in breaths of you;
It's not enough.
I draw you to me, tight,
Press your radiating warmth hard against me;
It's not enough.

Then, releasing me from me,
I dissolve into you:
Moulding, melding, breath for breath
Absorbing, joining, cell for cell -
Love osmosis-
Until I am no longer me
But we...
And it's enough.

-Skye Nightingale 2009