Daydreaming

I walk along the edge of your absence,
wondering about your look and touch,
a few skipped heart beats.
I dream of the butterflies in my stomach,
my eyes, saying that I love you
your hands which carry me like a child,
how light my steps are, the laughter
and how I will be crazy crazy crazy,
how I will drink your skin and breathe with your lips,
and how you will love me – not just like that -
you will love me as in the sweetest love novel,
you will love me with every cell in your body,
with your eyes, your hands, your words
you will love me to exhaustion -
until the last drop,
until the last word,
until you conquer every moment of my consciousness,
until you flow in my veins instead of blood.
I want you like a breath of air
I want you now -
in the warmth of the most sorrowful sunrise.
I want you in the realization -
that I’m hopelessly in love
and tomorrow scares me -
the memories sink into time
like a drop of dew in the desert.
I can touch very tangibly
the empty space by my shoulder,
the missing breath of your lips
burning my skin
and only you know who I am..
I want you
because I’m afraid to once again
be cold, indifferent, and loveless,
and of the banality to waste my days.
I want you ….
God, how I want you …