I want you curled-around me
        cat-like in the night

        I want all the late-night
        mind-ramblings of you
        the mid-afternoon energy
        and the evening fire

        I want your joy of discovery
        your pensiveness
        the tired concession of a day
        those sometimes soft looks

        I want the scholarly discourse
        and the silent company
        your ability to listen
        and actually hear

        I want to make you laugh

        I want everything outside
        that draws me to you
        and calls my hands
        so irresistably

        and I also want
        all I haven't yet seen