walls of text find paths to carry us

Intoxicant, I read of other touches and thought
of your feel on my skin instead, the way that my
lips felt pressed against yours, your flesh, your
shoulder sleeping. It is a wall of sensations that
rises before me as I pull my self through other's
words for other's touches, other's sensations,
other's desires. Instantaneously my mind replaces
them with you, and I find myself wanting only
to return to that place you lay resting till our
kiss brought you to me, nearer and closer than
I dared to hope for. That is an intoxicant, you.

I lay myself

stretched out

and wanting

a path through

a way to find

myself back

within our

desire.

Distance

makes a 

cruel but

effective

barrier.

I found that my commonsense had fled me

as I  drew myself out along the warmth that

pulled at me like a sun warmed pool in the 

river  at the beginning of summer nights,  the

needed soothing to burnt skin and hearts after

the scorching of our efforts to build the world

Leaves us parched, wanting something to  be

enfolded by that is familiar and safe. I cried the

pain of every heartbeat and was held in safety.