Nothing matters to me but you

With each molecule in my body I feel you like a caged animal moving back and forth all the time struck with the fancy of possession as insane as in an asylum so am I sane with recurrent madness for you thoughts of you run like blood inside me, – my breath they are, hence never to be stopped – O bless me with a look. Kiss me. Make me immortal. Touch me. Make me real. (c)Gorakhnath Gangane Dec. 2011