i long for you
where i found you
as you were in the middle
of a savanna green.

i long for you
in the Wars of the Roses
not minding whether
a Yorkist or
a Lancasterian
i would become.

i long for you
where i found you -
somewhere in the
spectrum of what
you once were.

i long for you.
i long for you as i kiss you
with my lips not wanting
to part yours, as i am
afraid that i will long for you.