Work in progress.

I want to be
your heart thumping
life-blood;
the fire in sun
as it warms your early morning skin.

I want to be
your cigarette,
curling blue smoke upwards
that you gulp in.
Softly held,
and longed for.

Most of all,
I want to jump
to the centre of all your atoms
and sprinkle them in the air
so you will always be around me.

I breathe you in desperately.