when we meet

I want to sit here beside you, my head resting on your shoulder, my palm on your chest.

I want a hundred quick, dry, hot kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my arms.

I want to just quietly look at you, and do nothing at all.

I want to hold your face in my hands and kiss you gently, deeply, forever.

I want us to have urgent sex in a breathless tangle of arms and legs and torsos.

I want to make love to you as though we had all eternity together.

I want you to make love to me as though you were thirsting, too.

I want to open my eyes in the morning and see you smiling in your sleep

I want to hold you so close I cannot tell the difference between your heartbeat and mine.

I want to hold you like a child holds a slice of watermelon, bite into you and eat you.

I want to touch you as if you were a seedling unfolding itself into the sun.