Music to feed my soul.
Air to breathe.
Water to drink.
A warm plate of food,
to tempt my tastes.
A warm body between
cool sheets on a cold night.
Art to give visual appeal.
Waking, sleeping, dreaming.
The depth of my heart.
The breadth of my imagination.
All spreads out before me.
I gaze into it.
Wide-eyed.
Like a child.