Cravings

Still - I tried adding on to an old poem I wrote so let me know what you think. The original poem is just the first stanza. I would’ve posted just that but it wasn’t exceptionally living yet.

Hug me.

Let your bones hold mine,

Your atoms kiss my skin.

Touch me.

A sense of peace,

Reality, and the damned.

Kiss me.

Soft as summer’s snow,

Yet sharp as stick swords.

Love me.

Let the memories suffice,

Build castles of more.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Human touch, how we can crave that, especially when it is absent. It is what memories are made from. A poem of appreciation.

Chris

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Who will not crave for a love like that? The last stanza is really great. Love me. Let the memories suffice, Build castles of more.