It's about to be midnight and I crave the love of you my love, like the cookie crumbs left on my lips, and you finish off those crumbs without using your hands, only with your lips and tongue.... yes... I crave for your kiss.

I want us to have the shared space, the late night jenga, the morning coffee in bed. You told.me that you will teach me how to dance, so that we can dance around in the hall, kitchen, bedroom, campfires to your favourite pop songs, your hand in mine andine in yours.

I crave to walk with you in the streets, cross the lanes with your arms in mine. I imagine and smile at the image that forms in my mind, of your arms in mine and the collusion that our embrace will bring.

I want to spend some lazy afternoon, books and coffees, stargazing through the bedroom window in the nights.

And when I am far, I want you to write me letters and maybe even send me some postcards while you are globetrotting.

Maybe, I will get some roses and keep the house ready for you when you arrive from your work, or from a trip. And your coming home to warm ramen, daffodils and this man to call yours.

All that is a a dream, but I realise that all I need is you tonight!

My clouded thoughts disperse like dandelions, as your zephyr thoughts caresses the unkept parts of me. Like a wilted flower my petals fall, and I want to melt into your arms!

Sorry for these mad musings, I have this hunger for my voids, that marrs my sanity and nullifies my existence! Yet somehow I turn to soft melodies of midnight! And you are there in all of them.


© Skywalker