Addiction

Yes
I confess
Addiction

I am addicted
to images of you—
my eyes trace the lines of your lips
imagined kiss;
memory feels how soft your hair;
mental fingers cradle
the edges of your enchanting face;
your strong chest
beckons to embrace;
Large, safe, secure
Hands to hold
fingers interlaced.

Yes, i confess
I am addicted
to visions of you
to getting lost in the ever-changing blue
and the secrets beautiful
in your eyes.

Feed, Love,
feed this craving need
for more snapshots
for more frozen moments
of you.