The Next Time

Don’t long for my presence —

As long as you’re alive,

you’ll never be without it.

Talk and I will hear you speak.

I feel your words,

and sink in deep.

Below the surface

if I don’t breathe too fast,

I can hear your kisses,

and feel your laughs.

Calm, my baby.

Don’t you see me?

Not with your eyes,

unless you are counting three.

In your heart

is where I will forever be.

Remember this

the next time

you crave me.

Word,

Starr. 

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