SAUDADE

I reach out my hand
He’s there, but not quite
An elusive wisp
I am parched for his touch
Yet somehow
He keeps my soul sated
Ah...the pain of things
That'll never be
My insides writhe in agony
Still,

It’s on a mouthful of kisses
And a heartful of dreams
That I fall asleep
His words

Caressing me tenderly
Like tireless waves

Born in the fathomless deep

MS