Yearning, I love you again.

Yearning, I love you again.

My thread, you’ve poked your hopeful head into my depths again. 

How do you always find me…

Reaching.

not stretching,

not pulling,

Craving hard.

Desire, it’s good to see you again. 

Fumbling with air,

I can’t hold you. But you’re there.

So wired in touch,

the sensation I can never hold,

Because when I expand for ideas, 

I want to feel the warmth of success. 

I want to be filled with happiness. 

To be full. 

To be content.  

By something I can’t eat.

By something I can’t grab,

I can’t confine. 

But it can bind me. 

It can manipulate me just fine.

A presence so strong, it moves me to cry,

A touch so familiar, it is my friend.

A feeling that doesn’t betray,

The most sincere being,

I want to hold it like it holds me.

A love letter to you,

as you save me again.

With you I am better

or will strive to be.

Because the pulls,

The latched,

aggressive

Feeling to be higher.

To be better.

To be best.

Will always put me at you mercy,

but there is no other place I’d rather be.