why do you talk to me?

for him

i talk
like an uncertain soul
whispering lightly to the wind
letting the sun breathe into me
& the aura of the moon beams
comb through the secrets of the stars
why do you talk to me?
a light kiss
on the tips of my thoughts
was enough
but we are made of greed
no matter what we breed
we still are made of these
i need something more
than just a small kiss on the tips of my thoughts

i need a kiss on the top of my heart