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A List of Wants

I wanted to smell the cotton of your sheets and the feathers in your pillows

because they left just a trace of your shampoo.
But I didn't, for fear of looking stupid.

 I wanted to drag you down to the barren soil

so we could befriend all the bugs in our hair as we gazed up at the stars.
But I didn't, for fear of getting dirty.

 I wanted to sing along to the radio blasting

in my car as we drove to all the places we had never been.
But I didn't, for fear of being heard.

 I wanted to kiss your nose and your knee and everywhere in between

simply because the moment seemed right.
But I didn't, for fear of feeling close.

 I wanted to tell you how much I hated to let go

of your finger as it held onto my own in silent promise.
But I didn't, for fear of fulfilling my biggest want.