I want you.
I want you to kiss me with impetuous intensity.
I want you to explode with vulnerability.
I want to have chats with you in the dim lighting of my living room.
I want you to whisper your thoughts on death and life
Because these things cannot be spoken too piercingly.
I want you to pinky promise that you will never tell my secrets
When I whisper them to you in our unmade bed.
I want us to giggle at dinner parties,
Our unexposed vulnerability a secret we hide behind our backs,
Fingers hooked together
As we grin knowingly at one another.
I want you to steal kisses when no one is looking,
A vow for what will come when the world finally slows down.
I want you.
There is only one problem:
I haven't met you.
YOU ARE READING
I Never Knew...
Poetry❝Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.❞ - Lawrence Ferlinghetti Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly inspired, I write poetry. I hope you like it. © lumosgranger