Tonight I want
all shades and variants of how it feels to live.
Tonight I want to know how it feels like to be a human,
cycling through the senses like seasons I want to feel the heat from the summer,
your slick breeze from the fall, warmth of your chest from the winter,
the new life of spring.
Me like you know me like the back of your hand, I want to feel life in your fingertips,
and put Ben Franklin to shame with the electricity we’ve just created,
You under the weight of me, see
nothing but objects in the glow from the street lamps
flooding through your window, see my life flash right through me,
the wine aging for hours, taste the peppermint to cover that up, my thirst, your taste
for dating pretty red heads like me, you said
the mice scramble across the floor, the toilet sing, the pipes clang,
our studied rhythms, our bodies like metronomes, that syncopation
You making coffee, your sheets, the stains left upon them, the drool stains on your pillow-smell the unfamiliar. The sharpness of the morning air before sun breaks, the rain puddles lingering outside of your door,
Tonight I need you to make me human again,
Tonight I need.