When 3 am turns into 4
turns into 5
I miss your arms around me
and the words whispered
into mine
When all I think about
is the beauty of your mind
the darkness I want to stroke
and the heat that’s yours
I want to warm myself against
When I see the first warm rays of the day
gently touch the cold dark earth still shrouded by night
I shiver
Because I know
This is how your touch would feel like
My every breath
Longs for your kisses

like oxygen

Yours