Standing here
looking at you
standing there:  

I want nothing more
than to hold you
so long and so close
that I feel the warmth
of your breasts
and your belly
through our clothing,  

to kiss you so long
and so longingly
that your taste becomes
inseparable from mine
as a part of each moment
until the universe collapses
at last in upon itself,  

to wonder even then
what sorcery you weave
and cast to change me.