i open the door to your house and
instead of greeting you like i want to,
i let my shoes rest on the side,
leave my bags on your floor,
put down my phone on your table,

are your eyes watching me,
will they let me seep into your arms yet,
or do i have to wait.

i step into your home, and,
i missed you,
but i don't know how greetings work when they mean so much to me,

so can you fold me with your hands, rest your head on my shoulder, breathe warmly into my ear and
whisper that you missed me since our last touch,

or is that what lovers do.