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I want you the way the sky wants the sun

September 18, 2018

Your body is a poem my hands ache
to recite word by precious word
over and over and over
tracing its meter and rhyme
till I can memorize your goofy smile;
recite the pearl green bright
till I’m blind in the eyes.
I just want to bathe in your skin
and feel what it feels to be whole again
breathless and nearly dead
but so so alive, more than I can say.
I want to hold you the way the waves
want to hold the moon,
the way the grass swells and swoons
after the smell of rain kisses you,
when the wind sweeps through;
the short and sweet words you use
to describe your funny moods
and all the little faces you make
when I tell you, in not so many
ways, and when you tell me
over and over and over again,
I want you, I want you.
I want you.

From → Poetry

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