I know closeness to you. Sympathy for sharp and unrelenting aspects.

I crave that rare state when you have made porous.

I slink into curved grasp of places.

Cling at every surface.

Perfect. Finding relaxed comfort in your embrace.

Not trapped by you, but free within. Reluctant to rejoin the more blusterous chaos outside.

Like kisses that hold and tantalize. Never forgotten.