The Phone is charged

Are you eternal
like the flame
I stroke
on the old
candle wick
which just burns
with no flick.

Are you love
In my arms
And the sweetness
In your warmth
Holding on
to my skin
With the passion
In your vein.

I want you.
You, just you.
You with my
Brokenness
You with my
Emptiness
I want you.
You, just you.