Not enough, I suppose, just to declare I want you.
It is my curse to dissect and reflect and compare. I want you
Like the castaway who, sighting a distant sail,
Sends up a silent prayer — I want you.
As men seek Right, as rightful men seek Praise,
As drowning men, by God, seek Air, I want you.
The captive wants release more than life. The torturer
Wants answers more than any life he could spare. I want you.
And that's the one fixed truth, with all else in flux,
Through the eternities I've been aware I want you.
Eyes wide open, in spite of all your warnings,
But then you like it, don't you, how I stare? I want you.
Packing the snow in your soft gloves, you've got me dead to rights.
I turn, a beast at bay. I've got you where I want you.
And every phone call should be as urgent as the first.
Earnest, desperate — Mr. Watson. Come here. I want you.
Perhaps because I never wanted anything till now,
I've not learnt to stop hoping for whate'er I want. You
Make me into this, with your look, your smile, the way you move —
I'm helpless, you know, it's not fair! I want you
To be happy. With or without me. I want you to be happy.
So that's that. But I'm sorry, I swear — I want you.
Yet if I do not dare disturb the universe
(I wonder, I have wondered), how dare I want you?
I think too much. Absolve me of my thoughts,
And let me lay my head back in the snare. I want you
Always to be young, and keen, and beautiful,
And unrepentant. Or don't. I don't care. I want you.