I want you
in the dark
watching
stars
fall
not balancing
the distance
between
another arm's
embrace
I want you
on the hard ground
in the middle
of the lake
my hips' width
pressed
against your
length
[our sitting
setting
center stage]
I want you
in so many appropriate
inappropriate
ways
I
can't
help
I want us
all
entangled limbs
lost (in) ourselves