Just Longing

I want her.
the frilly, cuffed socks bit
I want the crisp collared linen adorning her shoulder-tops,
I want our smiles parallel.
I want her smirk and side eye,
smoldering and tantalizing.
I want to admire her as she fluffs powder onto her cheeks,
I want to scrutinize the details of her pinky ring, while I'm clasping her hand.
I want to take her for a spin in her evening gown;
I want diamonds adorning her collarbones, and the most superlative lace.
I want to cull the lint off her tan, cashmere jumper; I want to brew her a piping warm cup of earl grey.
I want to look down and see our legs walking in sync, amidst red and yellow autumn leaves.
I want to play with the waves in her hair; I want to draw patterns on her palm.
I want to hear the crunch of frost under our boots as we travel to town.
I want her beautiful laugh echoing in my ears always,
I want her kisses to calm my hearts' beating.
I want to tie her frayed shoelaces together, I want to run my fingers through her hair.
I want her rough denim jacket laying on my floor, her thrifted shoes scattered around my room

I dreamt of her and I.