I want your hands to hold,
Not my hands,
Your lips to kiss,
Not my lips,
But other places.
I need someone who knows struggle as well as I do.
Someone willing to hold my feet in their lap,
On days it is too difficult to stand.
The type of person who gives exactly what I need,
Before I even know I need it.
The type of lover who hears me, even when I do not speak,
Is the type of impossible understanding I demand.
