Needs

I need you to get so close
that you can smell my skin,
taste the sweat's smell
that settled on my cheek.

I need that disquieted familiarity,
sense of too-closeness;
the alienation and awkward pats.
Tiny excuses to leave quickly.

I need glances darting away
looking for anything but
my eyes. Searching for
a sense of regret for ever

trying.

I need memories to pass
and moments to feel religious
like we found God singing
on a Lay's potato chip.

I need long hair stuffed
into my face filled with
tears never released and
caustic with pent-up delay.

I need to apologize
because I said way too much.