This Craving

Lullabys in A minor
Without seeing
I feel your presence
Silent.
Electric.

This craving.

Against my chest
I want your essence
In the center
Sweetly syllabic
You intone
Perfect cacophony.
This storm
Of epiphany,

I am your muse
Never bowing
Always listening
My king
I feel everything.

You imbue
Perfect resonance.
Craving your lips
Yet, unseen.

My dreams
Encase
This revery....
This craving.