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TO BE IN YOU
Don't look through me,
Past me!
Far off into the distance,
When I tell you I want to be in you.
I don't want sex,
Not even what sex can sometimes bring,
It's more than cuddling and intimacy.
I want to be in you,
Like the air in your lungs,
The brown pigment in your skin,
Like the blood in your vessels.
I want to be in you,
Like the salt that is in the ocean,
Like silica in a glass frame,
Like chlorophyl in a plant.
I want to be in you,
resting and nesting.
I want to be in you,
Like ink in a pen,
Like light in a bulb,
Like air in a hot air balloon.
I want to be in you,
Like the bones of your body,
Like the endless chocolate centers of your eyes,
Deeper than the thoughts in your mind.
Can't you see,
I want to be in you,
And I can't.
I'm not a nut case,
I'm not flakey around the edges,
I do have my marbles,
And I'm frustrated.
No matter how close I get,
By none of my power will I ever be in you.
That's why sex is only a communion of sorts,
It's just the sharing of a meal.
And I don't want to share a meal...
I am so jealous of your children,
They got to be in you,
But I'm not asking you to be my mother.
I just want to know what it was like
To be in you.
