I need you as a dark night craves stars
as paint loves the canvas
as a hungry child craves biscuits
as a baby needs his mother’s tits.
I need you like air,
breathe you in me and keep you here
stored in my lungs
your scent burnt on my bones.
I need you, and I mean all of you
like a nut needs a screw
For this feeling is rhythm and blues
meant for grooving two’s
I love you and this poem
breathes my love for you in rhyme
for you are my emblem, my totem
My sin, my addiction, my crime.
Pic credit:bk the artist.