You said I have to find a place to put this.
I searched inside for a home.
Beginnings.
I imagine you as a tango dancer, bull-fighter, and a writer that doesn't dream.
Yet, I still desire you because you are none of these things.
What is the language between us that electrifies our very being?
Is it the silence we share before a kiss?
The times I look with eyes wide open.
You are space, and I am impatience.