I wanted him in the bluntest way.

I wanted his lips, his hand, his arms.

I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore,

constantly reaching and running back.

I wanted him the way rain wants to fall,

the way the sun wants to shine,

the way words want to be read.

I wanted him to infinity,

to the millionth degree,

no amount  of rain could douse

the fire i had in me for him.  © V. Morich

***from the "In Love Period"