I want you. Shamelessly. 

I long to kneel at your feet

To inhale the smell of you

As I rest my side against your thigh

And watch the fire crackle and pop

As the breeze carries off the heat of the day. 

I desire the weight of your hand

Squeezing my phalanges together

Grinding the bones until I float

And they make my arms dance

Like eels in the water of your touch

Wild but to you compliant. 

I miss a time when you could

Touch me in stillness rather than fight 

When I could Lean against you

And not have our sense of how 

Time is so little urge us along

Into the inevitable before the peace. 

I wish I could touch you without

Our blood racing, without

Slipping under the waters of you

Before I have the chance to breathe you in

To feel the warmth of your skin 

To- if time only allowed for it!- doze

Fire warmed against your knee

Before kissing your hip in the dark of night.