I want to be possessed, haunted

To feel him in me when he is far away

I want to taste his kisses in my dreams

To carry his touch with me when he is gone

I want to hear his whispers on the wind

To fall asleep with his breath upon my skin

I want to wake with desire, with longing

To see his face in every crowd

I want to call to him with my heart

To crave him, as if for air

To have him in my thoughts

I want to keep nothing back

To know everything and nothing

I want to find him through intuition

To sense his presence in a room

I want to know his scent above all others

To ache with memory and imagination

I want to endure his absence restlessly

To be distracted by him, drawn to him

I want to be captured, held in his gaze

To hold his warmth within me, burning

I want to know his secrets and to fear them

I want to hurt for his pain, his suffering

To share my soul, myself

I want to find him lacking and perfect

I want to hide him in my dreams

I want to be with him when I am alone

To lose myself in the forest of his mind

I want to walk for years in the desert of his love

To climb the summit of desire

I want to fall forever into the depths of his eyes

To drown in his reality

I want to be possessed, haunted

I want to feel him in me when he is far away

I want to taste his kisses in my dreams

© Ann Bagnall