I crave you, like water.
When I'm so far away
from your touch and your laugh,
your full, serious cheeks,
the taut curve of your belly.
I sit and replay your videos,
catch my breath at each smile,
marvel at the miracle of your fingers.
On my worst days
they feel like cruel mirages,
pale shadows of your intensity,
mocking me with distance.
I count the days
till I can curl you in my lap,
inhale the intoxicating scent of your scalp,
slake my thirst.
Breathe again.
