Touching You

Why do I crave,
To leave a kiss on your bare skin?
Can it be healed
With any kiss of your smile,
Through this mirror machine?

Are you not a sky,
That I touch everyday?
Are you not a breath,
That I breathe everyday?
And I hear you say,
That all possible with love!

Can love be so stupid,
That it doesn't know to know,
It's a trapped foreign body in a body!
That craves for an alien planet,
To embody it's urges to sin!
And no good frequency of wave,
For a kiss, warm and fresh to pass,
These mirror machines!

Let me speak all day,
Searching a word to reach you!
And if I fail and no word reaches you,
Let me chocke my throat with a word of love!
Let me hope for it to make me a wave,
To reach you to touch your bare lips,
A thousand times,
And be yours forever!