Dose Without an ‘E’

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


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