This desperate want
a starving dream
of insatiable hunger
exacerbated by the presence,
the ongoing radiance,
of your smile
enough to eradicate
the previously perceived importance
of existence’s needs
for you are the very air
of my lungs
the only necessary nourishment
of my body and soul…
and the despairing of awaking, no
of being
is despicable
for your embrace is without now,
only existent among the angels
and whim to Morpheus’s grace…
I cannot bear anymore.