Writing Words

I am writing 

everyday 

words falling from fingers

like snowflakes 

silent, soft, swift

picking up 

piling up

and making mountains 

on blank sheets

I am writing oceans

for you

who 

I have not met

yet 

I see in every word

every corner 

that I dare to turn

you, or better 

the idea of 

the prescient feel of 

what I need from 

the edge of you 

the in of you 

the whole of you

I am writing 

everyday 

in hopes of 

finally finding your touch 

at my base 

in that space 

that's hollowed out 

by ache 

I'm writing 

everyday 

to capture this 

to truly try and trace 

the after if 

and when I let myself

forget the catalyst 

cause I only wanna feel 

with you

and leave these words to do

the work of

the remembering 

so I just have to be 

cells, skin, and slick electricity 

I am writing 

everyday 

spinning sugar 

for your mouth 

my hips

your hands

this list 

goes long astray

but it's true

I am writing 

warm, welcome words 

that are meant 

to offer

me 

to you