Desire

“But what is it that you want?”

Oh, my love, if I could answer that… but it’s complicated.

I want to be seen, but not all the time.

I want to be known, but still have mysterious depths.

I want security and freedom.

I want routine and spontaneity.

I want the simple life and adventure.

I want to love you, and myself, and life with a gentle ferocity.

I want to blur the lines and soften all edges so we flow from one to another.

I want land where we can tend our own garden.

I want to tend to you, and her, and him, and them.

I want to share stories by the fire.

I want love that aches like grief.

I want grief that aches and reminds me of how much I’ve loved.

I want it to shatter my heart so I can throw the pieces up like birdseed.

I want my life to take root wherever it lands.

I want to find pieces of myself growing in new places I visit, new people I meet.

I want to spend long nights exploring all that life has to offer with tired hands and a hopeful heart.

I want to create.

I want to be joy medicine as tears fall.

I want my presence to be nourishment.

I want to be nourishment.

I want to be nourished.

I want to be inhale, and exhale, and shared breath.

I want my fingers to find all of the “love-me-knots” we have created so I can get to work at untying them.

I want no expectations.

I want the mess of being fully alive and fully in love.

I want time.

I want space.

I want them by myself and with you.

I want to know your story.

I want to sing it back to you.

I want life to be deep.

I want to be full.

I want to be the moon.