I want to hold you so closely
so intimately
my scent lingers on you
the way the smell of fresh coffee
haunts the halls of my home all afternoon
I want to kiss you so deeply
you still taste me on your tongue when you sleep at night
the way the taste of my morning coffee
clings to the roof of my mouth till well after mid morning
I want to touch you so often
the ghosts of my fingers fill your dreams
the way the feeling of sand and water
fades slowly from your feet for the rest of the day
I want to affect your very being
so my sould lingers with yours
twirling and twining and twisting together
like the strings of balloons
floating into the stars