I want to know when
the longing will
go away for you.
A longing to share
a secret circle
of inside jokes.
A longing to feel
our fingers entwined.
A longing for
the sacred space
between two brown eyes
and two blue eyes
where I feel bathed
in the radiance of
your heavenly light.
A longing to know
the exact smell
of your breath
when it passes
in and out of your body.
I want to feel you sleeping
in the soft cushion
of my fleshy bicep,
and to twirl your short locks
in absolute wonder.
Because this moment
feels like a fantasy.
No matter how far away
I set you outside
the space reserved for only me
I wake up to find
you have sauntered back in
with no opposition.
Like you belong there
nestled deep into
the purple muscle
that is my heart.
I am trying to stop resisting
the inevitable gravity
that pulls you into me
because it is something
as natural as a wave
finding the shoreline.
And just like a wave
you wash over me
and keep my eyes
moist with tears.
Because I feel overwhelmed
by the grace
that brought you to me.
Cleansing the pain
of waiting and wondering
as simple and as certain
as a water color masterpiece
dissolving while it is pelted
by thick drops of rain.
