Holding you,

is enough.

enough for me to swoon over

enough for me to wake up three days later, still obsessed, still yearning

my home is where you are

if ony you could realize

its not a question,

...but an answer

as i have pulled all the harpoons i taught you how to make

and

folded them into paper cranes

that take flight

and sacrificed pieces

and pieces

and pieces

until all that is left

is the transitional form

that wants you.

a pillar of my connection

with humanity

my (one) want, in no uncertain terms