I’ve gone beyond wanting you.

I want to dive feet first

into the image of us,

break the glass of the surface,

and slide into the thick gel that holds the thought together.

I want to smear the colors of the picture

until my body is covered

in its reds, greens, and blues.

I want to feel the pressure of the image

as it pushes to fit my presence in.

I want to feel the texture

of the fantasy I built around you.