Whenever I close my eyes, it’s your body I see.
At the lightest touch, my skin calls for yours.
The spark in your eyes, the smile on your face,
The echo of your breathing, tense and speeding up…

It all boils in my veins, burns me from the inside out.
However similar they might sound, patience and passion,
Are nothing alike, always at odds in the loudest fury.
Their struggle drowns my thoughts, deafening and frightening.
This tumultuous and dreaded storm rage within me.
Waiting to feel your touch slows time to a crawl.
Every minute that goes by feel like I’ve aged a whole year.
Every breath I take taxes my strength, and hurts so much.

There is no relief, no hope, no salvation from this pain.
Each heartbeat feels strained, unnatural and unsure.

Until I’m in your arms again, until I can hold you in mine,
Then the world collapses, crumbles disappears under my feet…
And all that is left, all that truly matters is you.
Light, laughter, joy, warmth and the smell of hope;
The taste of happiness, of pleasure given and shared,
It all overcomes me and makes everything right again.

But until then, my darling, my compass and my love,
I shall be waiting, longing for your sweet embrace.