© Karen Horeth
Want
I want to keep your prickly late afternoon
cheeks in my palms, I want kisses so weightless they fly up
like loose feathers escaped from my pillow,
I want a taste of evaporated
sweat on your temples, I want to rejoice
your chocolate eyes in words so clear and strong
you'll weep, I want to fill my eyes with your tipped
smile, swirl your fawn hair with my fingertips,
I want to bury my nose in your chest, soft nest
where wisps of cologne linger; I want to slip
into your cuddle, snuggle against your snuggle,
receive the gifts your body gives:
swim through your warmth
to find you again
and again.