I can't wait
for a stable, healthy tree
that I can sit in
and see all I want to see.
I can't wait
for grass that grows tall
that I can lay in
thinking of
nothing at all.
I can't wait
for vines to grow
around my torso and limbs
that will squeeze me tight
until I go limp.
I can't wait
for your fingernails on my skin
and your hair against the lines
on my palms.
I can't wait
for your heart pressed against mine
and those eyes gazing deep into my soul.
so deep that I can feel the blood rush in my ears.
I can't wait for your smell on my clothes,
and your teeth on my flesh,
tearing into me,
both extracting and injecting a sweet toxin,
to share with the both of us
emphasizing the bond we'll have
for who knows how long.