I want to ask you if you've ever seen grass
Move like the ocean
(I don't have to ask if you've ever
Seen the ocean;
There's emotion in your eyes-
There's a motion to your eyes
That lets me know you have.)

I want to take you mountain climbing.
I will give you rings that turn
Your fingers green
And I will marvel at the the chemical reaction
That is your skin.

I will drive with you for hours
Until we find that sea of grass
Because we are not two drops in
The ocean but two blades
Grounded but enjoying the breeze,
Rooted but

I mean.

Want.

I want, not I will, because I won't,
Because I don't know your name, quite,
And you could have a nickel allergy
That I don't know about.
You are made of things
Like that,
I know:
Things that I don't know.