new fingers

Time heals all wounds but I have to wonder when the salt dries

i'm dry with suspicion and I wish you would come near, come here, i love you
and i'd shout it from the bottom of my lungs, my fingers always find you, find
poetry,
she was disarming.

i want to dance along with you in shapes and sizes, dance again, until six in the morning,
talk nonesence, drunk nonsense, talk and talk and laugh and learn new lives about you
and you want to dance with me too, you said it, you don't know what's real but you
like spending hours with me.

make me shallow again so i can see you superficially and want to kiss you when it's only
hours away from dawn. i don't want to feel the you that i can not quit, i can not quit, i love to
like you like this.
i want to want you again and dance until our feet fall off
i want to have you collapse with me again, be apprehensive, but know what we both want, i want you
i want you
to like it again, to have inside jokes, to make a spirit, to make
well
to
be coy.

i dream about this silence, this suspicious silence that we both want to speak, it could never happen
but we both want it so badly
i yearn you.
do you know what it's like to be yearned?
i yearn you.

it's not proper, it's not proper, but i want you.
and with your fingers on my spine, and your breath on my neck,i love you.