The moon is full now
You pulsate through my veins
Even miles away
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
The moon is full now
You pulsate through my veins
Even miles away
If I could hold you
I would match my words with desperate kisses
I would whisper the lines only your eyes know
I would show you
Let you feel
Let you meet
the source of this ache
I would feed your need for these lost lips
God damn, yours
I swear I can still taste
I want to
climb you
–a tree,
Feel
your branches
Sprouted,
Under me,
Feel
the pulse
of nature,
Inhale the scent
Of your animal skin,
Feel
the texture
of your organic shape,
Sense
the shifts
in your equilibrium,
As you are shaped
And shifted,
To reach
Homeostasis;
In symbiosis,
With me