Proximity

Nothing can measure how close I wish to
come to every part of your courtly being.
There has to be more than finger lacing,
lips mating, and body braiding.

There must be more than my thousand
day dreams, butterflies, and love poems.
You leave me with a desire to feel more of
you, cater to every inch of you, create more of
what bonds two together.

Its a hunger not ungratefulness.
I crave to be the one who blankets
your stress with love and who divides
your bad days into seconds that pass by quickly.

I'd like to be so woven together that we
find out we weren't living until now.

Be my rebirth.
My January 1st.
Proximity alert.