All Of You

I want to know you like That.
Like a poet describes a foreign land—

More than the deep of your eyes
I want to know what they see
when you are moved to kiss me,
when you must have me;
when jealousy burns you to ashes.
I want to know you
like a mother knows her child suffers
ten thousand miles away.
I want to know the
ache and sour of your fear
of losing us
and what the fight tastes like
on your tongue.
I want to know what demons say to you
in your long nights
and what happened on that day
and how you've forgotten
and how you've forgiven.

I want to know you like This:

that as you sit casually
taking me in,
smiling playfully,
there is always
all of you
begging
me

for my heart.





- Em Claire