What can I write in words

that I would rather do -- as in actions? I want to bathe in your breathe, your smell. I want to melt over in you, you melt into you me. You, me, merged as one; sloppy, messy, one. While passions and love are thwarted by doors not necessarily our own.

Can I make the world different? Can we be, you, me, us?
I know that it tugs on me. Does it tug on you too?
The floor is empty, the bed is empty, the sofa empty.
Only with you . . .

To feel your body move with each breath, to know you live -- we share life.