The Way I Crave You (for Mijnheer)
the way I crave you,
both the things I know,
and those I have yet to experience...
you arms around me which feel like home,
your scent that gives me comfort.
your lips against mine, or
nibbling at my neck,
or my ears or...
that devilish grin,
that lights up your eyes,
or the soft, amazed way you look at me.
just as I look at you,
like you are something amazing,
something to treasure and cherish and love.
our skin touching,
like molten heat,
like magnetic attraction.
my fingers sinking into your hair,
yours grabbing onto mine.
the way you take my breath away,
and then remind me,
sure and syrup sweet,
"Breathe, Geliefde."
I crave all of this, but so much more...
dozing off in the circle of safety we bring each other,
sleeping side by side through the night.
waking to you studying me,
or watching your eyes blink awake.
walking with you through crunchy autumn leaves,
sipping hot tea or cider or cocoa.
reading my stories to you,
listening to you tell me more of your stories,
ghosts and demons nonwithstanding.
learning all the facets of each other,
though it feels as if our hearts are well acquainted.
the way I crave you isn't like hunger,
for it cannot be entirely sated;
I am always wanting more.
more time in your presence,
which fills my cup instead of emptying it.
more time marveling at how much joy
you bring me simply by existing in my world.
more discovery of ways to make you smile,
to laugh with abandon, and to
make those delightful noises I so adore.
the way I crave you,
leaves me wanting the fire and the calm
that you bring with you.
