I wanted to know every
constellation on your skin,
and trace them with my fingers.
I wanted you to show
me each and every scar on your body;
I wanted their stories.
I wanted to know each
crease in your hands,
and what you did with them.
I wanted to know you inside and out.
I wanted you to tell me
every dream your soul longed for.
I wanted to dance with you
on a beach with no shoes
and the salty wind in our hair.
I wanted to watch the clouds
with you on summer days
that force you not to think.
I wanted to pick strawberries with you
and fall into a field of flowers, holding hands.