Deprived

Deprived

need a hint of love,
a bit of adoration,
kindness of a thought,
tight squeeze –
awake in lucid dreams
tug at my legs,
tell me that you are there,
give a little piece –
a portion of desire?
I’ll squint at the stars,
hopeful for a fall,
to make a little wish,
and hear your taciturn heart
shatter into mine