The words are blur
and hard to catch,
like raindrops in the wind,
they run fast and unforgiving.

The smell of this night
Is as addictive as your lips on my neck.
I want you.

I want you as the naked winter
trees want to be dressed
in flowers and sunny blows.
Like the whistle of the wind,
looking, searching, craving
You.
It might never find
You.
I might never have
You.

I want you,
I want the restless depth of your touch.
The endless sweat of your anatomy.

I’m drunk and unkissed,

and I want to be covered in your skin.

I may be drunk and unkissed
But I’m here and you’re real.
And the words are blur
and hard to catch,

I want you. Come.