To a Girl I know

I want to hold your hand
While we walk down the path that leads to your house,
Listening to your fevered words
As you speak about art,

I want to feel the gentle curve of your waist
While we make out in the dark
And hear the faintest echo of a moan.

I want to draw lines across the expanse of your back
And have you listen while I talk about books
And poems and art,

I want people to stare
And be envious
Because we can laugh and hold hands,
And be perfect
And then not so,
 sometimes,

I want to feel your body
As we dance to some obscure
And bizarre beat

I want to feel your breasts against mine
While we hold each other tight.

I want to start a fight with you
And then make up
And then fight again
Just for the hell of it.

I want to whisper
Silly thoughts in your ear
I want you
To fall in love
With me.
And then sometimes
I don’t.