Bridge

The mosquitoes hover
quietly landing on
moist, sweat, skin
you are sweet and silent
I can almost breath you in

but it wouldn't matter
if you could push
past all the particles
hanging in between
and bridge connection

because I would still be here
mending broken pieces and
tending to my wounds

In the mess of being human
I want everything
I'm not ready for

I want love's kiss
and tight arms
around my broken heart
I want to dart in the dark
and fall into a pile of
yellows and pinks and reds
I want your hot breath
oxygen tickling my lungs
I want to smell, taste, touch
my way back home.