I want to sleep with you – not in that way
I want to be horizontal with you
My head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat
Your arms around me as we doze off
I want to taste you – not in that way
I want to create meals in the kitchen with you
Feed each other chocolate with whipped cream
Sharing food as though it’s a part of ourselves
I want to touch you – not in that way
I want to sit next to you on your sofa whilst you critique a movie
Be comfortable in each others company
Share body warmth without touching
I want shared intimacy with you
Being together in the mundane, so we can get comfortable with the not-mundane
Sharing opinions on food, so we can share our music tastes
Dressing up to go out, so I can take my bra off around you
I want shared intimacy with you
Going for walks in the park, after dark, so I can wander around your apartment after dark
Looking at art in museums and galleries, so I can share in your art-making
Look into your eyes, so I can see into your soul
Eyes tracing the contours of your face
Travelling south to the outlines of your biceps
Further still to…. If only
If only I could travel the distance between wanting and having
If only I could learn the language of your body without forgetting the language of your soul
Because I don’t just want your skin, I want your softness
I don’t just want your body, I want your trust
I don’t just want the nights when we’re tangled together
I want the mornings after, when we wake up and choose each other again
I want shared intimacy with you
Not just in the bedroom
Not just in the kitchen
Not just on the sofa
But somewhere between your life and mine
Where “you” and “me” become something softer
Something shared
