In want of.
I want to love someone.
I want to want to spend all of my time with them,
obsessed with the sway of their walk, and the
stillness of their pauses. I want to be
consumed by the shadows on their skin
so much so, that even when they’re gone
their image burns through the lens of my
inner eye–a cavern so deep, if I had all of eternity
I would never be able to touch the depths of such a soul.