and feel the soft touch of your breath on my heart?
for i’ve missed the sweet smell of a friend so near.
read my thoughts through these lips,
but don’t get too still.
because babe, these fingertips cause acid trips,
if you leave your whims outside.
don’t mind if read your mind.
i’m just trying to secure salvation.
stop me in my tracks like a ship at anchor.
bring me out to sea.
this is my hypothetical.
happy national poetry day (UK).