Your touch breathes life
imparting energy
gathered from the stars
shining in your eyes;
heat from the closest star,
our sun, through you,
warms my heart.
Too long apart
without your touch
my skin grows cold.
Breath tightens its hold.
Life has no meaning nor
great story to be told.
Missing you becomes a safe
where love is kept for dreaming.
I climb inside its darkened space
to calm my desperate yearning.
annarino writes 