measured in wanting.

I lay here, eyes closed

pen in hand

wanting to give form

to last night on the

paige

(I misspelled the word because

you are on my mind)

I have so many things to do with wanting in me,

Not only to describe

to myself

This.

in order to be able

to fold and unfold

you.

To revisit the lines

whenever I want to.

(you don't know that I read these

almost every night,

savoring each poem

The museum of every emotion

you invoke)

Last night, it was Wanting.

How long has it been since

someone told you that?

(maybe recently, but not like this)

It is all new.

Before, I spoke of gentleness,

of care

and, My Darling, all of that

is still there...

You are in the soft shell of my heart,

and I will keep you there.

(but there are the other

parts of us, too)

I wonder, as I kiss you,

I wonder in your woman-ness.

As maybe I have only ever kissed in-betweens...

As I write,

I study the tilt of your face

even as my eyes are closed...

...my pen draws the feel

of your hair under and within my fingers;

the closeness of your waiting mouth

...your gentle response to the pressure of my lips...

It is measured in wanting.

I think. You are the first woman I have ever kissed

Because you do not know how

to kiss me.

And you do it so well.

I imagine

how you have been kissed, before.

and everything else.

I wonder at you

with my hands caressing and holding you,

....how this "in-between" feels...

You Want Me.

and you do not know how.

Soon, I will take your hands and show you

the way to love a woman

even though I am not one...

Not as much as You are

and you won't know how

and it will all be so new.

You do it so well...

yielding...

So, maybe take away my hands and show me

what I haven't known

and what I don't do well...

Teach me to take you

taking me.

But before me go there;

This...

I remember the tilt of your face,

even with my eyes closed

and

the feel of your hair within my

fingers

and your gentle, upturned

waiting mouth.

Right now, I will kiss you as my first

as I am also yours.

There is

the pressure of this

in-between kissing you

and wanting....

There is the woman

in you, being kissed.

Oh, there is so much to say,

and nothing at all-

I had never kissed a woman

and now I want you.

And when you touch me,

you will want me, too.