I want to be inside of you.
Let me see myself
with your eyes.
Hear music
with your ears.
enjoy food and drink
with your tongue.
and
find out what the color
pink looks like to you.
I want to--
draw with your hands,
smell with your nose
and
love with your heart.
but I can’t.
Instead,
Tell me what you love about…
your favorite dog, that tree, the
restaurant we haven’t been to yet
and your baby sister.
Show me what it means
for you to explore.
Get close to me.
Run your fingers across my collarbone,
through my hair and down my face whilst
explaining what you feel -- inside and out.
Talk to me endlessly.
My mind, body and soul ache
for your acknowledgement.
Give me your lips and I
may taste you.
Give me your thoughts, your dreams, your fears and aspirations and
I will
taste you.
So fear not on days when not every brown-blonde strand is in place.
Come to me with mascara doing a melancholy dance around your face.
Come to me with your eyes reddened by salt.
I want to see what you see.
Even if it is a little blurry.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
I want to be inside of you.
Let me see myself
with your eyes.
Hear music
with your ears.
enjoy food and drink
with your tongue.
and
find out what the color
pink looks like to you.
I want to--
draw with your hands,
smell with your nose
and
love with your heart.
but I can’t.
Instead,
Tell me what you love about…
your favorite dog, that tree, the
restaurant we haven’t been to yet
and your baby sister.
Show me what it means
for you to explore.
Get close to me.
Run your fingers across my collarbone,
through my hair and down my face whilst
explaining what you feel -- inside and out.
Talk to me endlessly.
My mind, body and soul ache
for your acknowledgement.
Give me your lips and I
may taste you.
Give me your thoughts, your dreams, your fears and aspirations and
I will
taste you.
So fear not on days when not every brown-blonde strand is in place.
Come to me with mascara doing a melancholy dance around your face.
Come to me with your eyes reddened by salt.
I want to see what you see.
Even if it is a little blurry.
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