I want to see you

I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you

first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come 

into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,

the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way 

you purse your lips

then let them part, 

just the slightest bit,

when I lean in to your space

and kiss you.

I want to know the joy 

of how you whisper 

"more.” 

― Rumi