Poetry | Untitled (Wanting You)

It’s not quite time for Valentine’s Day, but…

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I am wanting you.
Let us move beyond
the child’s play of “like” or “love.”

I am wanting what my eyes can see
and my mind touches daily,
not your title or prestige.

It is vulgar this want of mine.
It makes no space
for the delicacies of dates
with wine by candlelight.

No, I am wanting you.
That is all.

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