But if you try sometimes
Well, you just might find
You get what you need

You are the what I need
Not a want, but the ache that eats
At the core of me, quietly
Louder than hunger,
Sharper than thirst.

The what I can’t always hold
Slips through like heat
Between cold fingers.
After decades of drought,
A taste of wet spring fills in my lungs.

Wings-
Wings I didn’t know I had
Began to flutter in my chest,
A frantic rhythm,
200 beats a second
For ten long years.
No rest.

I was inches from ending.
And you kissed the failure from my breath,
Held the wires of my failing heart
And whispered rhythm back into me.

If I had to die in that moment,
Your lips would’ve made it sweet.
But I didn’t.
Because you were
The what I needed.