Growing

Dreams came like seasons

And they changed with moods

Sometimes only conversations heard

Sometimes bodies close together

Just holding on and finding peace

The thought of you

Fresh on the mind

Eyes burn for it

Willing you here

Beside this body

Enclosing it

In soft skin

And the scent of you

And how can it possibly

Be explained

The feeling of grace

The complex web

Of deep

Emotion

Your fingers

Reaching out

Entangling with these fingers

And turning into roots

That grow

And grow