In All My Greatest Discoveries, I Am Still Just A Child Playing In My Fingerpaints

I just want to kiss your fingertips, to taste your champagne laughter.
To splash about with you in the earthy muck and mire.
to be a child, perhaps a daughter... that there survives the everafter

you could home inside my ribbed cage. my heaving heavy chest
a fear too great, a pride too large, comes crumbling like the rest
all my wishful thought and good intent began the very best

though no action ever taken, though no word was ever said
you heard my cry kept under tongue, held captive in my head
i thought you a pointed finger, but truth--an open hand instead

so you called out to me, rough and wild, like the sound of roaring thunder
you stole my heart, you ran to crawl, to flood like rushing water
Here I am, a sunken ship, weighted, falling faster
Be my lover, be my compass, and I your buried treasure.