I'm impatient to know you.
I want to drink all of your thought things
through my hearing holes, I want the
pores of my fingertips to
absorb the cells of you
... to decipher your skin's lines,
and know their unheard utterings
I'm so impatient to know you -
I forgot we're
short.
I want to say things to you
that I haven't even thought of yet
I want to hear answers
to questions I've not yet dreamt.
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