The desperation of a child Frail and helpless; screaming To be reassured sanctuary. The intimate moment no one forgets; The word love dancing on anothers lips, And the touch crawling up to a kiss. There is only one moment, Where nothing and everything Birth absolute sense. An unexplainable need For your intimate touch, of passion But lust was never welcome In the presence of love. Yet everything has a waiting line To grow and weed out those that 'Don't belong'. The words I wish to be requited Dance upon my lips As my voice calls your name And awaits you to answer. My hand reaches out Like the sunset to the day; The completion of something beautiful. It awaits to feel your embrace. As the day settles, Each moment drawing us closer; The words dance alone, Awaiting yours to embrace them.