About You

It's not about knowing I want you.
It's deeper and slower
cleaner and brighter.
It's a smile when you smile
and a laugh when you giggle.
It's buying you roses
and writing in cards
and wondering what you'll do
when I give them to you.
It's hearing your voice whisper quietly
and watching your eyes
as you gaze at your work intently.
I imagine the softness of your palms
as I trace your lifeline, your loveline
and the smallness of your fingers outstretched
as my hands course over them in curiosity.
It's about meeting you for the first time
and catching my breath in a throat gone dry.
And knowing, and feeling, and hoping
and wishing that it's you.

It's all about you.