There are shapes
and sounds,
Words,
I wish I
understood.
I want to
understand
The talk of a woman
in love,
The easy words
That fall
comfortably
From her lips into
his soul.
I want to
understand the moment,
When there are no
walls left to climb,
When there is
permeable,
Porous skin,
Melting their
bodies together.
Her heart is full,
Ripe,
Bursting in his
eyes.
I want this-
To see droplets of
myself
In his pupils and
feel beautiful,
Divine.
I want to be happy
About my elbows and
knees
And thighs and lips
And toes
Because I can still
feel the last time
His hands ran over
them.
I want his open
arms
Around,
Surrounding,
Making home.
He must be, has to
be
Close.
And there are days,
Long,
Empty,
When he feels
nearby-
In a crowd, passing
by,
Around the next corner,
So close.
And when there are
nights that feel
Heavy
With loneliness
I wish he were
closer,
Closer still,
Here.
Humaira
New Brunswick, NJ