The smallest touch sets me off,
I know you don't like it all the time
Or even, now, most of the time
But, I see you, I see you
How can anyone not fall in love?

Wish to embrace the most intimate of activity?
To feel your breath on my skin,
Hands caress and swim
To look you in the eyes
Feel your body, buck
Muscles contract, fingers claw
Dig in and tear at sheets

Or just to close with you,
Hold gently, rhythmic and deep
Entwined of fingers and legs
Head thrown back, lost in steep
Chest to back, as can be

Maybe not like movies
Definitely not your books
Where everything is perfect,
Beings perfect bring fake reality
Expectations that prove to disappoint
The act of love isn't that,
Its moment making

Between two, desperate hearts
Two lonely souls, two holey minds
Imperfect truths, incomplete lives
Which always practice and seek
Attempting to mold as one