I want you.
How do you know someone, if not through their words?
And I know your words.
They speak to me each time I read a story or poem or essay.
Does it matter where you are from?
Or what you look like?
If you move me, isn’t that enough?
And yet, I desire more.
I imagine your touch-how your fingers would feel across my skin
Or how deep your voice might sound as you spoke my name.
A single word with you carries a thousand meanings,
And I must understand every single one
So I know you
All this subtext between us
Creates a fire in my heart and
I fear I will shatter with this aching.
To see you, to have you,
If you let me
I would take you up in my arms and never let you go.
From Where She Stands 