About how alive I am when we are

I want your lips, your hands, a little of - your soul, the passion, blueberries and a straw, the smell of the things I think represent home, mixed colors, movement, loud music in the bedroom, clouds in the ceiling. A hot bath. The urgency of us. I want to polish my nails. Improve my language skills. I want to snap my fingers and dream. But before I do that, take a black and white picture of me. Blow me away with a surprise. hang my picture in the living room and always remember how alive I was.