I want to know what you do with your hands
when you're not doing anything at all.

And I want to peel back your layers and read between the lines
of your palms.

I want to know what your face looks like as you slip into a dream...

To drift in your sea of thoughts and watch your forgotten memories crash against your shores.

I want to listen to the music of your breath as you rest your wary bones.

I want to know what your voice sounds like as you slowly wake, unfurling like a flower in your bed.

I want to be ringed by the flame of your desires and wander through all of your darkest depths.

I want to taste your chaos like nectar so sweet.

To breathe your air.

And learn the song of your soul.