Desire

My one desire is to know you as I am known,
to know the number of hairs on your head,
the intricate pattern of the whorls
on the ends of your fingers,
to see the flaming sun reflected in
the iris of your eyes, to know
the rhythm of your breathing in darkness,
to know the length and depth,
the measure of the scars
in the palms of your hands,
to feel the heat of your fire,
to know how hot, how close,
and how consuming you are.