I will fill my cup with liquid wishing

to cushion my fall from this longing

.

— No, a craving — for your touch

I think I’m in — no — is that too much?

.

I’m a ball falling from a hill

I, a string twisting around still

.

Around you I long to coil

Such is my longing for your soil.

.

Plant my kiss in your mind.

On your wrist you will find

.

A mark of my adoration for you

Though, I wish you had it in you too