i want to know her like the sun knows the sky

i want to know her

like the sun knows the sky 

not like in England 

irregularly

casually 

occasionally

i want to know her

like the sun knows the sky

someplace close to the equator

someplace tropical

i want to know her

increasingly 

regularly 

without an end in sight

like a Cat 

on a summer’s afternoon 

sprawled out by a patch of light 

beaming in from the 

living room window 

bathed in her warmth 

and her

bathed in mine 

touching 

fingers 

and then hands 

softly

interlocking 

linking you to my 

heart shaped carabiner 

and linking you to my heart

i die inside 

for feminine touch 

for feminine love

to speak to her until the sun sets

and for a few moments after 

and then to sit with her in silence too

there is before you 

morning 

and afternoon 

but there is no after you

she'd be someone 

special to always remember 

she'd be someone 

lovely to never forget me 

she is not scared to love 

she is not scared 

of advancing through the days 

weeks 

or

years 

she is 

not closed hearted 

she is not cold-hearted

she runs

she is breathless 

when she runs 

when she runs 

she is out of breath

but she loves like 

love will not 

run out