My hands are useless
unless they are touching you
My eyes are blind
unless they behold you
My lips are sealed
unless yours pry them apart
My mind is chaotic
unless you are there to calm it
My heart is still
until you are near
Then it beats like an insane drum
a thousand miles an hour
The fire in my soul simmers like glowing coals
until you breathe the breath of love
and it ignites in an insane conflagration
I am a ghost
but with you I am resurrected
That's high level poetry, Scott.
Haunting and impactful.