me wanting you

this thing floods the soul
when least expected…
canaries, and their song;
that point at which the balloon
is either full
or going to burst;
pajamas.

the day after Christmas
with presents still wrapped
a large pizza and ice cold pitcher
your touch
your laugh
your smile-
intoxicating beyond
any hope or
reason…
flowers and bees and warm summer sun
fireflies and sunset and endless summer nights
redemption
reviction
remorse.

I want everything,
all at once,
no editing:
that smile, unrequited
a sigh, unexpected
thrusting
deep
into something we once knew.