I want you. I want your sleepy yawny confused look when you wake up next to me. I want to be the pillow that you hold every night. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed.
I want to be the sheets your fingers feel safe in; those that you crave each night – the blanket that wraps around you. I want to make you breakfast; cheese omelette with olives and mushrooms just like you like it. I want to drink tea with you while listening to birds chirp outside our balcony. I want to talk to you about everything that comes on television and in newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and be quick witted with you. I want to have differences between us.
I want to listen to old records that we find and ask you what you think about them. I want to sit down in your lap and talk of stupid things that don’t make sense for hours on end. I want to fight with you like a crazy person I want to tell you that I hate you only to tell you that I love you so much that I can’t stand it. I want you to hand me tissues while I cry and tell you what a jerk you are. I want you to listen.
I want to laugh and I want you to laugh with me. I want you to laugh when we kiss for there is no better taste than your laughter in my mouth.
I want to hold you so tight that every breath you take goes through me. I want to breathe air for you. I want you to be intoxicated by the magic we inhale and exhale. I want your blood to flow through my veins. I want to hear your every heartbeat. I want to slide my fingers across your back and feel your muscles relax under my touch. Then slide my fingers through your hair and ruffle it up. I want to eat what you eat; I want to eat from your hands so that you assimilate in every cell of my body. I want to be the coffee you drink on chilly December winter nights so that the cold never reaches you.
I want to become the reason for your every desire. I want to go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want you to keep me busy with the deepest corners of your mind and when I get tired I want you to hold me in your arms and tell me that you were only playing so that you are the only book I read. You are the only book I read.
I want your flaws. All of them. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie; like a piece of art; struggling to explain you in the perfect words but never getting the right one. I want to look back and think of you and smile every time.
I want to hold your hand and dance on a soft mellow beat. I want you to whisper in my ear that I’m all that you need; all that you crave. I want you to be almost there, but not quite and every time I run away I want you to chase me – and capture me.