I want your hands to be permanently fitted around the edges of my mattress
I want you to know what your name sounds like in every octave of my screams
I want you to kiss the carpet burns on my knees
I want my heartbeat to run through your veins with your hands wrapped around my throat
I want you to know every square inch of my room in the dark
I want the missing puzzle piece to my bedroom to be in the shape of you
I want to memorize every inch of your body in every light
I want your fingerprints to be permanently impressed on my thighs
I want my handprints to decorate your mirror
I want you to say my name when the waiter asks for your order
I want the neighbors to know when I've spent the night
I want to know what it's like to be a piece of art pinned against your wall
I want to record the symphony of our bodies colliding and listen to it when I can't sleep at night
I want to be an abstract artist who sketches on your back and calls it "lust"
I want you to go to church to repent the sins of the night before
But I want you to know what heaven feels like