Let me fall into your hug.
Let me crash into your crooked nose.
Let me be your beginning and your anti-climax.
Let me the words that jump off your page and choose to imprint themselves in your memory.
Let me be the hum that gracefully, clumsily escapes your lips.
Let me smooth the lines on your forehead.
Let me be the distance you yearn to cross.
Let me be the tingle on your fingertips on a frost-bitten morning.
Let me be the vanilla in your smoky sky.