I wonder what it would be like
to be folded in your arms

for there’s a spot, inside your chest
where my fevered brain can picture
the way
your lips caress
a solemn kiss upon my brow.

and then, every line of you…
(perfect)
Your back -no longer a mystery
but a river
and I, a leaf.
Melding to your symmetry,
just like I’m supposed to -
I envision
the sacred seal
of your heart, meeting mine.

(I could show you your creation, what it feels like to be loved.)

I could make you feel – oh!
To make you feel!
I would surrender my captivity
Just - to make you feel.