I Want To --

I want to bottle the breath
that billows behind him in the brisk night air
and use it as smelling salts when the world
knocks the wind out of me.
I want to ride the curves of his smile
like a canoe against the raging current.
I want to light a fire from the spark in his eyes
that elicits envy from the sunrise, and
I want to plant a garden on his shoulders
that harvests the whole of my hunger.
I want his legs to carry me uphill,
his arms to envelop me,
and his voice to whisper,
"I knew you had it in you."

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