I Can Tell

Anxious echoes sit in my mind.  
 
I reached out to you and my hands are cold.
I have a wanton desire to share with you.
 
You have become my mysterious abstraction, my attraction, my obsession.  
My bestie, my heart, my idol.  
 
You pierce me with your passion and I settle into your warmth.  
The goosebumps fade as I clasp your hands in mine.  
 
You become prevalent in my dreams well before the dawn comes up.
You lean in to caress my lonely spirit.
 
Everything slows.
A spark transcends our trust.  
Geometric patterns dance around my sight.
 
A silent breeze flows in through an open window past the darkness of night.  
The cool air settles on my body.  
 
I need to touch the night before I dream.  
To find my own spiritual slumber,
To find my own place of contentment.
 
My legs are trembling.  
You reach for them and rub them.  
 
Just say you’ll be mine.