It’s inappropriate and dragging on way too long but, 

    I want to buy things for your 

       children. I want to know the angles 

           of your neck hair better than I 

              know my own skin. I want you to

                  trace the beauty marks on my 

                     body, the ones I don’t even know about

                         yet. I want to share air 

                            so close it makes us need 

                                to take shallow breaths. 

                                    Shallow breaths for deepest 

                                       Love.

                                       Love 

                                   That may or may not 

                                have anything to do with you. 

                           Love that dreams itself into existence 

                      by the very nature of its own cravings. 

                The illusion of an emptiness that needs filling.

         An illusion that feels all too real to a pair of empty arms. 

     So, we choose avatars. Maybe at random and maybe guided by

something bigger than we can possibly know. (And right now, I choose you.)