Too Many Ways to Want You

Your touch is like honey melting over midnight,
like sunlight spilling its secrets into shadows,
like silk sliding across skin that’s been waiting all day.

Your voice is like wine poured too generously,
like a song I’ve never heard but somehow know,
like the hush between lightning and thunder.

Your eyes are like locked rooms with the keys still inside,
like fires that burn in colors unnamed,
like oceans pretending to be calm.

Being near you is like falling and floating at once,
like drowning in air that tastes of rain,
like every “almost” I’ve ever wanted to finish.

And you…
you are like a simile that seduced me,
like a metaphor that wouldn’t let me leave,
like language itself had conspired to keep me here.