h o w ?

how do i want things from you?

someone who is real

but

exists in a reality that lives so far from mine.

i want to prepare a meal for you;

i want to steal glances and smirks across the kitchen

that,

turn into innuendos

that,

lead to wine stained kisses

as the sun sets,

and the golden light dances across my collarbone,

i want you to chase it with your fingertips

gently.

only pausing to put your lips on the nape of my neck.

h o w is it possible?

to see

and

to feel

with such softness

yet,

wonder if maybe i am not built for that kind of love