the wanting

i bury my face in your sweater,
as the wind upon my face gets colder,
find the solace i've been searching for,
in the comfort of your shoulder;

breathing in the salty air,
hearing the ocean roar,
i am in your arms,
and can ask for nothing more;

except the finite of time,
may i just erase?
so that everyday of eternity,
i am lost inside your space...

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