I will savor the taste of your lips
as though it were my last meal
I will breathe you in
as though you were my final breath
I will set aside my doubts
as though I were once again a child
I will take you completely
as though I were the only one who could have you
I will do these things
for the smallest of favors from you
Your embrace
Your stroke
Your presence
Your touch …
to have it linger from the gentle speech of your fingers
the softest echo on my skin
And when you leave
I will wait
ever patient
For the complex richness of the beautiful simplicity
that lies in the way
you make me yours.
But Otherwise Fine 