I wanted him in
the bluntest way.
I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms.
I wanted him the way the oceans wants the shore,
Constantly reaching and running back.
I wanted him the way rain wants to fall,
the way the sun wants to shine,
the way words want to be read.
I wanted him to infinity,
to the millionth degree.
No amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for
him.