Psalm Of Desire

i want your mouth to hunger for my name like a starved beast

and for my soft syllables to slake your yearning down to your bones.

i want you to roll around in my words,

feeling them like my hands exploring your very soul, 

pressure in all the rights places just to make your heart

beat alittle faster.

Letting those words take root under your ribs.

i want you to water the tree that grows there and pray beneath its

branches as it carves me into your soul.

i want you keep pieces of me in boxes and notebooks and buried deep in your heart-

the veiled pieces that only you have ever seen.

i want you to start with my eyes,

to tell me that somethings will always be true,

that you can't breathe without the scent of my skin.