I want to be taste lingering on your lips
The hands resting on your hips
The chest you rest your head on
And the arms into which you fall after a bad day.
Or a good day, for that matter.
At any time of the day
For no reason,
Or any reason,
Or just because you can
And I want you to.
I want to be thought that distracts you at work
The inspiration that makes you
Kick ass at work
And the reason your workmates tease you
About your icessant smile.
I want to be face you see
When you fast forward in your mind
To days of grey hair
And retirement homes on the coast.
I want to be the man in the image
Of the rest of your life
And I want to help you
To actualise that.
Because everything I do,
I do loving you.