and you know everything

Today i miss sharing real
i miss someone who can touch me
they don't share like me
with that true intensity
they don't share with their self
i don't want to dwell on obssessions, near perfection, providence,
delusion!
but people i'm confortable with
are hard to find
because they are few
diamonds in the dirt, rough, fragile, versatile
i miss intimacy
as i want it to be
i miss one
and i feel like you described
lying on the floor
lifeless
why do i write this here?!
until i'm seated next to you for real
my bare biceps around your bare shoulders
my hands on your revealed waist
my cheek on your cheek
my lips... all over
you can read that from the start
again ...and again ....and again,
as it is periodic
to infinity

and i'm made out of glue you know

(and i feel relieve that i wrote my feeling and that you'll read it, thanks, i want to know your true self and i'll ask that you reveal to me)