I long to hold

Everything grows soft and balmy,
as water licks my face.
My thoughts of you are
a spring wind,
and I cannot gulp enough of it
down.

You writhe
in my thoughts
(but not in my arms).
You, untameable.
You, untamed.
You’re scared to wake my regrets,
darling–
but see what you have awakened.

You are the bed that I sleep in.
My arms, your sheets of white.
And you the pillow for my head.

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