i want

i want him to know the inside of me.

kiss the spot beneath my ear,

concealed from view

and tug gently on my hair.

want those eyes

arresting

and touches, lingering.

in the grass

and in the depths of the sheets.

erasing memory

the firm grasp of his hand

in dark corners

and those long walks home.

i want to stroke those shoulders

and bury my head in his chest.

i want to lay,

cocooned in those arms.

'keep me, take me, 

fascinate me and thrill me'

send those delicate shivers down my spine.

kissing closed eyelids.

to write poetry and smoke cigarettes,

the cats scattered underfoot.

wrapped in cotton throws

huddled on the windowsill

i want the breathless moment

on the brink of intimacy.

i want him

to here with me.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

There is great power in voicing intent... and, like in the Neverending Story, the more beautiful and detailed the wish, the more powerful the outcome. This was lovingly drafted and wonderfully expressed.

[Riley]

Gorgeous longing. Beautifully expressed

[Emily B]

how did you know? these words touch me so deeply today