i want you to come to me and press against my ceiling and i want to
press against yours and i want your mouth on me and exploring and
finding me and filling me in all the hollows and all the gaps and wants
and your hands follow behind and taking up all my spaces and i want you
hungry and i want you demanding and i want you accepting and i want you
soft. i want to feel your edges and the between velvet and rigid and
the straight lines and the curves, and i want to cup you and taste you
and i want you to insist. and i want you to take and i want to hear you
breathe and feel you expand and retract and i want to know your eyelids
and your teeth with my tongue and i want your droplets one two three on
me from above and i want to bury myself in your icewater hair and to
twist our hands together in a body kiss and i want your massive and i
want your thighs on mine and want you slow and kind. and i want to run
myself over the map of you and then tangle in your fine and tangle in
the body of your mind and i want to find your empty and i want you to
find my empty and i want us to go away. i want you next to me. in me.
on me. i want to go places with you i have never been and i want you to
go places with me you have never been and i want your wet heat and your
breeze. i want your imagination and your wonder and your skin against
mine and you i want you to see my desire for you and my plain plaintive
want of you. i want you to come to me. soon. again. and soon.
i want this every day and i want this today.
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published in Poetry Quarterly Winter/Summer Tricky Edition, 2012
