#0037

It's more than lust
We have that too, of course-
I want him more than I ever knew it was possible
To want another person.
That isn't it though.
It is merely this:
the feeling that you are so close
That if their heart stopped beating,
Yours would shortly follow
As though they were knit.

Oh, the inadequacy of words!
The ineloquence of language!
Feelings cannot be purely expressed.
Yet I love him more than anything.
I want to keep his heart safe
In my own chest.
We share every emotion.
My heart leaps for joy at his happiness,
And sulks at his suffering.

It's a craving to know him better
Than he knows himself.
A greed and thirst for his mind and soul.
I want to comfort him,
Help him; appreciate him
More than anyone has or will.
I'd make any sacrifice.
He never asks more than I can give.

It's not necessarily a physical hunger-
Not sexually, anyway.
Merely the incessant longing,
Impossible to subdue,
To sleep in his arms
Waking to the voice of love.
Our tapestry of true love.