I hate not knowing things about you like
the way your chest moves when you breathe in your sleep
the heat that rises off your skin or
the scent of your hair after
showering
not showering
coming home at 6am from the gym
I want to know what kind of sound emits from your lips as you
wake from a nightmare
haunted by a memory and
the way your stubble feels against the back of my neck when
you sneak up behind me while I cook your breakfast and
I want to know the taste of your skin around your belly button and
the texture of your hipbones against my tongue and
I want to see the look in your eyes as you
release inside of me and
lose yourself for a few moments and
our souls unite in a sweaty tangle of imperfect passion and
you draw away but I stay with you
you carry me in your pores and in your thoughts and your
oh so hidden feelings
and at least
I know what no one else knows
about you
I know I am the oxygen in your lungs
I know I am the star of your deepest fantasies and
I know your safe place is in my chest where you can hear the rhythm of my heartbeat screaming your name.