I want my arthtritic hands to form in the open space between your fingers. Holding hands with a perfect fit. I want to scream at the top of my lungs and cause another scene. Making sure I get all of your attention. I want to kiss those lips until we forget how to. And have to start back to the beginning. I want to open up your mind. Choosing to see the world in your view. I want to memorize the color of your eyes. And be able to draw them over and over until they're mine. I want to show you how much love I have. Making sure you get every inch of it. I want to blow air into your lungs. Just to give you my breath. I want to cry in your arms. As you cleanse me of my sins. I want you. I want you. I want you. And me, together forever.
March 6, 2010