I’d like to look through your eyes to see what your sight is set upon when you look forward, what gets caught in it when you look back.
I’d like to feel you ache when you’ve pushed yourself too far.
I’d like to wander in the beyond of your dark eyelids when you finally stop to rest.
I want to read your thoughts for a better translation of what pours from your mouth.
I want to taste your sour that’s my sweet and my bitter that’s your blunt.
I want to hear the words that make your ears stop to listen, finally.
No one will ever know you like the way I wish I knew you.