Caught

Would but you be caught by my loving snare

My grasp so light it is barely there

My heart is open, bare

Waiting to be filled



Missing your warmth of touch

Embraces tight and consuming

Featherlight kisses, caresses

Wanting, needing to be filled



Mind and body torn apart

Desiring a piece that completes

Oh, but it disolves far and away

Distance of the cruelest kind

Desiring to be filled



It glares red hot and melts your soul

Resolve shifts on unstable earth

Shaky procurement, holding nothing

Keeping space priority of this love affair

Hoping to be filled



Upon this precipices full display

Obvious rightness, slipping away

Reciving words of unkind truth

Accepting a demise of possibility

Nothing to be filled