What Is It That You Want?
Do you want me like a puddle on the floor?
do you want me out of breath
like some lovesick, heart thumped schoolboy,
for the sight of you?
Do you want me jelly kneed,
and inarticulate, all stumbling over words
I want to wing your way?
Then turn on me, and turn again,
the awesome light that shines
within those piercing, dazzling baby blues
and let me sigh away my days
in wanting more and more
of all the luminosity of you.