And I want to play hide and seek, give you my clothes, tell you I love your shoes, sit on the steps when you take a bath, and massage your neck. And kiss your face, hold your hand, and go for a walk. Not mind when you eat my food, and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day. Talk about your day and laugh at your, your paranoia. I’d give you tapes you don’t even listen to, watch great films, watch terrible films. And tell you about the TV program I saw the night before and not laugh at your jokes. I want you in the morning, but let you sleep for a while. Tell you how much I love your eyes, your lips, your hair, your neck. Sit on the steps, thinking, till your neighbors come home. Sit on the steps till you come home. Worry when you’re late, and be amazed when you’re early. I’d give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance. Be sorry when I’m worried and happy when you forgive me. Look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever. Hearing your voice in my ear, feel your skin on my skin, and get scared when you’re angry. I tell you you’re beautiful, hold you when you’re anxious, hold you when you’re hurt, want you when I smell you, offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you. Whimper when I’m not. Smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t. Melt when you smile, dissolve when you laugh. But not understand how you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you, and wonder how you could ever think I’m rejecting you. And wonder who you are, but I accept you anyway. And tell you about the tree angel, the enchanted forest boy who flew across the whole ocean just because he loved you. I’d buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again. And ask you to marry me, and you say no again but I keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it but I always have from the first time I asked you. I wander the city thinking. It’s empty without you but I want what you want and think. I’m losing myself. But I’ll tell you the worst of me but try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less. Answer your questions when I’d rather not, tell you the truth when I really don’t want to, and try to be honest because I know you prefer it. And think it’s all over, but hang on for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life. Forget who I am and let me try and get closer to you. And somehow, somehow communicate some of the overwhelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-encompassing, mind-expanding, ongoing, never-ending love I have for you.
Reflections Of A Skyline