I want you, except
not in the possessive sense--
more within every sense:
to draw in the scent
of your coconut and lemon skin,
to hear the faint, tranquil
sound of your frank sentences,
which, as the taste of your lips,
takes days to truly comprehend,
to drench my fingertips in
the soft light of your hair, golden,
to see the sight of your earthy eyes,
leading me to think the world is in
your head
and we're all lucky beings
trudging through thick swamps
just to get stuck
in this moment
with you.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
I want you, except
not in the possessive sense--
more within every sense:
to draw in the scent
of your coconut and lemon skin,
to hear the faint, tranquil
sound of your frank sentences,
which, as the taste of your lips,
takes days to truly comprehend,
to drench my fingertips in
the soft light of your hair, golden,
to see the sight of your earthy eyes,
leading me to think the world is in
your head
and we're all lucky beings
trudging through thick swamps
just to get stuck
in this moment
with you.