I want to see you standing in my doorway. I want to sit on my porch with you and talk for hours on end. I want to see you above me pressing out all of the air in my lungs with your body weight. I want to feel our breathing synch up and see the sun peek over your shoulder after twisting hours on their heads. I want to read books with you and read your words and have you read mine.
Let’s create a reality from this fiction. Let’s talk and play and fall together. Let me feel your lips for longer than the moments I’ve only tasted so far.