Kiss Me

Kiss me and my world goes gray, where the lines waver and I cannot seem to hold anything in or keep anything out. You fill everything and hold everything. My restless thoughts stand frozen in a haloed daze. I can only feel you, breathe you, and I never want to stop. I am in a state of constantly wanting what is already in my arms. You have only to touch me and I am resonant, strung, held fixated on a feeling of finally finding the one thing that can keep me whole. Kiss me and I am alive. I am yours. I am...