What can I say to you that my silence doesn't already scream?
What can I say to you that you will accept?

I think I shall continue to limit what I profess to the banal.
I dig you- dig you- dig you- dig you- dig you!
I pine for sunshine kisses, memories of which I cannot help but revisit.
I long for the heat of you pressed against my imagination and my resultant stuttering heartbeats.
You continue to fight to preserve your distance behind a look of unknowing eyes.
You fight not to realize the distinction of the moments we share.
The touching, grabbing, scratching, clutching heights we would explore daily if I had my way.
My moments with you are a dream within a dream.

I am oftentimes overcome with a consuming need of you.
These feelings/moments with and of you I never want to end.
I am done - I can write no more of wants and expectations,
For everything is nothing to me without you, my muse.