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.