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Writer's pictureElijah Matos

I Want.

Updated: Jan 8, 2023

To trace the outline of your slanted smile

Run my hands through your silk hair

Rub the sleepies out your eyes

Hold your hand down every street

Hope to God our eyes meet

Sing King Solomon’s songs

Strain to say goodbye


To take you somewhere dim

Where candlelight shines

Off your pupils’ corners

Where your lightly yellowed

Slightly crooked teeth

Break through the darkness

Little mornings in your mouth

Exceeded only

By the glory in your words

Like Junior’s Cheesecake strawberries

Written or spoken

I long for every syllable


To stay up late

Watching Netflix

Reading and telling stories

Dreaming wide awake


To wake up first

Take the open view

of your closed eyes in

Force myself out of bed

So I can get to work

Making pancakes

And coffee

Or buying bagels

… and coffee

Whatever it is, I’ll bring it to the bed

We’ll eat and then… have coffee.


To praise God for making me nearsighted

So without a single extra lens

Our souls can meet in their ballroom

Bursting at the seams of our lips

Until they refuse to be contained

And dance to panting exhaustion


To make things ours

Our brunch spot

Our cheesy love song

Our best (or worst) date stories

Our warm matcha memories

Our life.


To create a family

The kind that lives for generations

With two, three, four children

Who will tell campfire tales

of their parents’ love

Coloring pencil love

That will fill their outlines

With a tinge of envy

And a coat of dignity


Selfishly

To make you think of me, late into evening

To make you long for a text or call

To make you cling at my voice and scent

To make you mourn for me, at the end


Selflessly

To give you every bit of love I have

To make my every dollar ours

To fuse your tears

between my lips and your cheeks

To make my arms your comfort

Like Jermaine said

To fold clothes for you

To make you feel good

To do the right thing


To experience perfection

not the actual

but the personal

The perfect for me


To love you.

For as long as our life lasts.


To love you.

For as long as time will pass.


To love you.

Though all our days are grass.


To love you.

To love you.

To love you


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