This grey world
of maybes and waiting
Torn apart
silences and half said hesitation
Stretched out fingers
Fighting inclination
The touch of you
wakes the need
for more of you
Sound of your drawl
igniting long quiet desires
The quiet seeps in
Settling in between bones
In the interstices
Pockets of too heavy air
Robbing voice with grief
Hold you close
make heart known
See you in all the hidden places
Know and accept
I want you still
I want you always
I love the all of you
Pelgris 