I want to press my hand into yours
No, yours into mine
And bury my face against you
Anywhere
I want to fall asleep against you
And find you gone when I wake
Making food,
Or one of your other midnight habits
I want
I want
I want
And I don't know if I can have
I haven't seen you in so long
That the warmth of my legs against yours
Seems so foreign it is as a dream
I need you back
Safe in my reach
I need you like a child needs his mothers breast
I need you like my lungs need air to live
I need
I need
I need
And I don't think I'm going to get
I want and I need and I'm reaching and grasping
When all the while I just want you to grab my arm
Pull me up
And say "I'm not done with you yet"
