Want

Gunpowder & Sky

I want to touch your lips
with my lips
to close my eyes and pour
the senses of my fingers
into those pink parts of me
and feel
you.

I want to answer the question:
What is it like
to breathe with you,
live within the circle
of in and exhale,
taste the thoughts
that wait to be expressed?

I want to notice
the curve of your ear,
count the grey hairs
bristling among the gold.

I want to touch muscle
and sinew
listening for tension,
waiting to sense the
release as fibres mould
to mine.

I would place my ear
against your flesh
to receive the knowledge
of heart and soul inclined
or not
towards me.