the dance of desire is dizzying.
i spend my days,
drained and distant from waking nights spent
willing you next to me.
willing the weight of your hand
pressing softly into mine.  

i think about what your mouth would taste like
in-mid sentence,
in mid-smile.

can we keep orbiting around each other so?
you, the fire fluttering at the edge of existence
i, ever vigilant for the sign of spark

i wonder if you would let me want you
i wonder if you already do.