I want to know what it feels like to hold me,
Wrap me in embrace,
From the perspective of someone else.
How does my hair smell?
Is the top of my head worthy of small kisses for no real reason?
I want to know if these broad shoulders,
Where I've been carrying the weight of the world,
Appear warm and open,
A place where a tangle of arms and bodies can be left to naturally entwine.
I want to know if my eyes tell enough,
Or if they actually make a bigger mess of what I'm trying to say.