Tell me what it is you long for
In those moments when you wake.
Do you know the ones?
Before you have time to remember
You are a person,
With a role to play,
An image to maintain,
A to-do list of things
That convince you of your own importance.
Those moments where you cannot hide
From the very simple, pure truth of yourself.
Do you ever wake as I do, doubled up with desire?
Do you too try to close your mind, yet again,
To the painful hope of skin on skin,
If I could only kiss the delicate lids of his eyes,
Or run my fingers around the part of his hand
And trace the shape of the lines.
If I could be close enough to see
How the firework specks burst out
From the centre of his iris,
With myself reflected in the soft darkness
Of his pupils.
I would be close
To wanting nothing.