December 26th, 2001.
"I Want To..."
I want to hug you.
I want to hold you.
I want to kiss you.
I want to taste you.
I want to feel you.
I want to smell you.
I want to feel your hair
I want to smell your neck
I want to taste your lips
I want to see your eyes
I want to have you with me.
I see you from the cold window,
My hand presses against it,
They fog from warmth.
I see your frosted eyes, your smile,
The joy in your face.
Such a cold bond,
Formed from so far away.
But yet you stand at the window,
Like a glimmering marble statue.
I hear your voice,
Soft, low, tender and tantalizing,
Accented and articulate,
Crisp as a winter night.
When the sun rises, the window
Will melt and opem for us.
But now the frost overcomes,
And you leave me alone in my thoughts.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I want you here.
With me.
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