I'll take a poem for you, if that's what you want.
I cannot give you much else.
Around you I feel higher, brighter;
The natural gravity between your arms
and me
It's like being a child again,
the tough skin of your palm on mine
brings me to a place of content like
a tree that finally goes orange,
Or a door that clicks behind us when we escape the brisk city night.
I want to hold you.
I don't care for the **** thing, but
I care for the cozy thing, and
I want to melt into you when the sun goes down.
We don't have to tell our friends, no;
You can kiss me when nobody's looking.
You can squeeze my hand when this city seems just a little big for us.
Why don't you have me over
when nobody else is home?
We'll start with the jokes, the anecdotes, the stories,
and I'll sit closer,
I'll look into your dark eyes.
You'll let your knee touch mine
just so gently, the way you do, and
maybe you'll tell me what I've been dying to hear
since day one.
You're what I want, girl.
But maybe at another time.
Maybe in another world.