I can wrap my arms around your middle pull you tight feel your heart beat
I can scissor my hands through your hair savor the strawberry scent each strand gives off feel you close to me
I can carry you anywhere hold you like a glass vase feel just how fragile you really are
I can But I won't
You told me how he once held you so close your airways were blocked and the tears leaking down your cheeks were a plea you said his touch was fire and every now and then your hands burn in his memory
He didn't listen
and now I'm here and I can listen and I will hear every sound your chapped lips make
most importantly I will wait, until I can be the man you deserve
I liked how this turned out, but this meaning was not the original thought for this poem :)