The Things About You

In as much as I am able, I give to you everything that I am.

I offer it up to your temple, and place it at your altar,

Because from where I stand there can be only worship of you.

I place before you the things that I have created within myself,

Because from where I stand there is no other way to be near you.

I want to be closer, to feel my heart beat in time with yours,

To breathe as one with you, to feel you close and hear you breathe,

To know that you are near to me and that, no one is going to take you from me.

I love your warmth, your smell, your taste, your eyes, your mouth,

I love your imperfections that make you so much more tangible.

I love your humanity.

I want to curl up beside you, make you mine forever.

But I don't want to make you mine, not really.

I want you to choose to be with me, not my possession, that's not it.

It's never been about possessing, or keeping, or having, but needing.

When I needed some one to see me, you were there, and you saw me like no one else.

How can you see me when I try to hard to hide away?

How is it that you draw me out into the open, find a way to hold me here?

Why do you draw me to you, without even trying, like a moth to the flame?

I'm forever dancing around the edges of who you are, and yet here you stand with me.

Here you stand with me in a place that no one else is supposed to be.