A Second Chance

I crave physical affection, Like a fish deprived of water, Or a bee that can’t find pollen, A flower in the lack of sunlight

I feel as if I may fall apart, If someone is not there to catch me, And hold me together, That I may wither without touch

I want it from the gentlest fingers, To the firmness of a grip, And a caress of a palm, Something almost soul-crushing 

Or heartbreaking, I want to be held so tight, I forget to breathe, The only thing that matters 

Are those arms, Gasping life back into my limbs, Keeping me from becoming tiny pieces, All together