you sprawl 
above me
beneath me
around me
inside me
you sink

like a meadow
dressed with flowers
you sing

and why should i
object or complain?

but i have questions
inside my head

you see…

i want to know about the blue hue
that colors your longing at night

i want to know about the way
you balance necessity and desire

i want…

there is so much i want to know

but you know… my mind…
it can’t soar across the wilderness of you

but still…

i want to know what clouds your head

and what about
that icy feeling you have
when you remember

and what about these thoughts
i have of you?

and what about this burn
you have for me?

and what about the echo
your flesh chants
beneath my skin
when you are not near?