Lost in...

Lost in my steps,
Longing for your words to be.
Just in here! Near me...
You left me so thirsty
For that flow of just being.
We were in a bed of poems...
To just becoming!
By desire and distance, 
The presence of touch...
By fear and pain,
A poem to be!
The beloved that you become...
From mind to toe,
Inside my soul to be.
Insanity that touches mine...
Before any sanity!
Mirror that reflects the fall,
Eye of my own grail.
You scary me!
Do I scare you?
How can it be...
This to be!