I want to wear you like a blanket
piled high, soft as chenille or velour.
I want that allure to sooth my skin.
I want to slip beneath the silk sheets
just as I slide into cool waters
and feel the tug and tingle that pulls
me in. I want that omnipresent
sense of sinking while I swim.
I want to hear your music as if scratched out
from a phonograph, the tunes and words
moving through me even as we move.
I want to hear my name within that
embrace, an echo with each exhale
you make. I want to loosen my voice in
you, then feel it come back to me again.
