What I really want
I don't want you to give me flowers
fly through ether or leap the balcony.
No Adonis pecs or sexual prowess
will impress or endear you to me -
Woo with prosaic words, rehashed poetry
leaves me cold. When you lure me to your bed
don't screw me; talk and know me. Seek connection
with my mind not just between my legs.
Open the core of your being until
we embrace like sea and shore. Never still
sharing present, future, past, ever more.