the thing is,
i like you
i like the way your voice bounces off me before i go to sleep
and the way i hear you when i stroll streets otherwise boring
on days otherwise unbearable
i like talking to you and not knowing when the conversation will end

i want you
in a way un-tarnished by secular needs or desires
but i do want you
i want your ears
your eyes on me
if not all the time, then damn near
i want your attention
and your "hello?" when i call

the thing is
i want to be
as close to yours as i can be
without even knowing if you want me
i want to know what you’d do if i walked up to you
all eyes on you
came close
took your hand
my breast at your chest
and started to move
to dance with your still black soul
i want to dance with you

and i want to be available to you
even in my pristine unavailability
and even though i want to do this impossible thing
to answer all your calls
to catch you when you fall, in no uncertain terms
i want to do this in the presence of you
and with your consent
and with your comprehension of why and where

and how i do it is not so important
just as long as you know
what it is i’m here to do