I Want (You)

I want
to trace my finger down the middle of your back,
then take your shoulders in my hands, just so,
the way I would in taking something perfect and warm from the oven.

I want to kiss you
in a way that can't be denied;
a way that turns the light outside our window
from late evening to early morning
just because of the touch of our lips.

I want to be gathered by you,
held by you,
made captive by you,
as the earth is to the sun.
I want it all to feel as urgent as air,
and as free as the scent of leaves unfurling.

I want my loving to have language; to say
joy--here it is.
pleasure--here it is.
My heart--
yours, only,

but all I say is, "Hi, sweetheart,"
hoping 
that you can hear the rest.
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