I Long to Love You

When I see you I think about art,

Golden frame hung around your heart,

I think of the way your smile could grow flowers,

How I could listen to you talk for hours,

I watch you play the guitar as if it were an extension of who you are,

I watch you sing with a throat like a vase,

There's a feeling in my mind I can't erase,

I want to hold your hands in mine,

Try to find what it is that makes you so kind,

I want to write you a poem using nothing but my fingertips,

Feel your lips pressed against my lips,

Paint hearts over scars like artists do,

I long to love the skin the crawls from you,