i want your hands,
in mine.

i want your curls,
wrapped around my fingers.

i want your eyes,
looking at me.

i want your lips,
against mine.

i want your lungs,
                                 * to inhale me as i become the smoke,
                                                   that fogs up the mirror of your mind,
                                                                   and sinks into the deepest crevices.

*i want you.