I have to warn you -- This package is loaded

Should I have spoken more clearly,
Or tugged at your skin more dearly?

Should my hands have gone places they were scared to traverse,
Could we have been meeting hips-first, opening to the universe.

When your hands and cold, mine will be warm,
When my lips d-do shake, I just want your form
Against my own when we forget love.
Because I'm at a loss without my white dove.

You may speak Spanish, and flaunt your Native pride,
But on our white day you are my white bride.

Because you bless every doorway,
Your waste is my prize.
And when I see you fly...

I could shoot stars down, with this light in my heart,
You are my only religion, with you I can't part.

I'm fiery, I'm burning inside.
I'm trying to figure out just what I should hide
From you when you're prying, trying like you're trying
To get under my skin, the way you came in.

But just stand. There, in the sunlight.
Blush, like your sun shining bright.
Just find me, standing at your side.

Because there, where I hope, is the moment you know I tried.

So could I be there holding your hand, holding mine,
As it travels down the dips, down the curves of your spine?
Would I never let go if my fingers graced your skin,
That I wish I had a photo for every moment that we're in?

That I wish we could just skip everything,
Drop everything,
And finally win.


Well with time,
You doing you thing,
Me doing mine:

I'll try. One step at a time.