I am impatient. I would love to just be with you, see you approaching with a face that signals me something that I can’t read but that is softening my insides. I like you cuddling my body and my hand brushing through your hair. I want the gentle and hidden touches on my shoulder and upper arms in spaces we can’t look each other in the eye. I am impatient for your mouth and for the touches to become longer and longer. I am impatient for your body to dissolve in water so we can become fluid together and flow together until we want to be flesh again.