I've reached a point at which words cannot and will not suffice and there's something there that can't be sized up and I've tried my mind my words my fists and every conceivable cell in my body
I want to stick my hand into your body pressing right past the skin and flesh and feel your heart reverberate through your ribcage. I want to take the words you say and tie them end to end and make ribbons to string around my mantle so I can finally take down the stockings from four christmases ago. I want to take the plume of cigarette smoke from your mouth in the summer and weave it with your breath in the cold winter air to construct a nice hammock we can lay in - my head at your feet and yours at mine. take the portion of my tongue with the smallest possible surface area and draw a line down your face with it. starting from where your pin straight hairline ends down the curves of your nose all the way to the nape of your neck.
because at this point I'll do anything for a glimpse of connectivity a touch of human interaction a glimmer of closeness.