I want her to kiss me as she would a lover,
And love my body as she would a lover,
And hold me as she would a lover.
And call me "Lover,"
And drape herself over me,
And examine me from inches away.

I want her to look into my irises and say
                 "You have a triangle speck of your deep brown which pierces your pupil,"
And I will kiss the tip of her nose say
                 "You are the first to notice. I love you."
And she will smile and we will embrace and give in.

We would not be lovers, just.
People who make passionate body connections and care for the other.

I cannot love.