Return to at the thought of being close to you.. (idea)

skies fall and eyes drown amidst
[beautiful death of faintest hope]
lingers, [floating on a wind] thick
with love and longing for.. you

[hands placed beneath moving lips]
to feel, feel words and thoughts
escaping through warm mouth which
belongs to [you], if you'd care for..

soft brush across flesh.. i am
melting, [lost].. at the thought of 
being close to your warmth and  
[intense emotion] pours from these..

eyes that want nothing more than to 
[share a piece of universe] with yours