It’s simple really,
what I want.
I want nighttime embraces.
I want a hand to fit mine.
I want tears to end in comfort,
not solitude.
I want lips to kiss
and a heartbeat to feel,
and sometimes I want something more.
I want a friend,
a someone who won’t mind a cheesy ending,
a captain over rough waters
and an artist on dry land.
I want comfort, just comfort.
I want imperfect perfection,
nothing more or less.

© Blake Leitch February 23, 2016