I want to see you.
I want to see
all of you.
I want to hear
about your day, or about
the movie you rented
yesterday,
or the last time you cried
and why.
I
want
to see
your mind
naked.
I want to take a walk
in your starry sky, into the disturbing left-outfield
of your mind
and I want to
bandage your scrapes
kiss away the pain
of your bruises,
I want to know
the depths of your every subtlty
I can't pretend to understand--
or how you got those perfect eyes,
or the broken blisters
on your hands.
The blissful simplicity
of your smile, searching for
the enigmatic I love yous
in these words,
while my mind, shaking and
standing naked before you
wants to see you
smiling,
searching for
my enigmatic I love yous
and finding them.