On Dots and Marks by koruha
I need you.
To look into my eyes.
And tell me what it says.
For I cannot bear such impertinence.
Wait, oh wait.
Have I not been lying?
Have I jolted you.
From your mistaken ice?
How I've wondered.
Long enough.
For me to tell you that.
I need you.
To feel the beat of the heart.
Can you feel it?
How does it feel.
When you turn off the lights?
How I've wanted to say that.
I need you.
To hear my whispers.
Of sentiments.
Where there are no lies.
Can you hear it?
I've been wanting to tell you that.
I need you.
To smell the gasps.
Of longing and loneliness.
Can you sense it?
The reek of solitude?
I've wanted to tell you that.
I need you.
To taste the food for thought.
That you and I.
Come hand in hand.
How does it savor?
It's been years.
And it will be years.
Or will it be real.
That I'll finally see.
Hear and feel.
Smell and taste.
You.
I've wondered.
And I've wanted to tell you that.
I need you.
Note: this is my own poem.