I'll tell you what I want
so you can wonder
about what will be
and not what won't
.
I want to drink from your cup
your everflowing cup
.
with such tenderness
and love
.
that it fills you up
again & again
so I can drink more
& more deeply
.
I want to feel your soul
break the levee & ignite
a paradox of pleasure
.
I want to feel your thighs
on my ears
I want to siphon off
your fears
.
to turn your darkness
into a wildness we can share
.
I want to play your body
as an instrument
to lift you through the scales
and the ceiling
.
until you can't tell if you are breathing
if your heart is beating
or if the bed is breaking
.
until the melodies of desire
burn brighter inside you—
so bright that your eyes catch fire
.
as mine do
when I look for you
.
I want to play the drum of your heart
until the beat breaks us
free from our chains
free to rearrange
.
I want to dive into you
the sound of your laughter
and your tantrums
.
to release that perfect note from your throat
that moan
.
to inspire you
to sing
.
until you can no longer tell where your body ends
and God begins
.
and I want you to pour
all over me
to shower head to toe
in your water of life
.
to swim in a pool of you
to become lost
in mist
and kisses
.
for if I am to die
I would die drowning in you
and would die happy...
.
and then I would still
rise to fetch you
a glass of water
.
That is what I want
.
2/6/26
About the Creator
Justin Keeling
A systems thinker dedicated to the task of disillusioning and reconciling a fragmented world through art, design, music, and story.
I sing for the dryads who spring through city sidewalks.
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