XXXI Days of Poetry (MMXII) - Day XIII
I want to hold your hand when we walk down the street.
I want to put my arm around you in movie theaters.
I want to sit next to you in restaurants, because I can't stand not to touch you.
I want to hug you for no reason, and not let go, no matter who is watching.
I want to stroke your hair, and lightly massage your neck, your shoulders, your back.
I want to softly kiss your cheeks, eyelids and mouth every time we say goodbye.
I want to fall asleep in your lap when I don't feel well and know that you will protect me.
I want to know what your heartbeat sounds like, and feels like.
I want to know what your skin tastes like after you've lain out in the sun.
I want to look into your eyes by moonlight, and candle light, and in the darkest of night.
I want everything.
I want to feel your arms around my neck and your lips at my ear,
whispering so quietly that I hear your words more by the feel of your lips as they press against me.
I want to kiss every inch of your body and have you tremble at my touch.
I want to see your eyes sparkle in the darkness.
I want to hear you whimper, that soft unbidden sound that only you can make,
and only I have ever heard.
I want to hold you in my arms where it's just us,
not in bed,
not in the room,
not in the house,
but in the entire universe.
Yet still I whisper, lest the very stars overhear.
"How I love you. How I love you. How I love you."
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