i want him to be so bored he goes to play with my hair. twisting two strands together because he thinks that’s a braid, clipping the end with the first bow he sees. wordlessly appreciating me, learning me, like the first time you ever pet a cat. you almost want to pull away from how soft it is, it shocks you. but then you go to touch again, and again, your mind quieting to allow room for the pure, unconditional peace that comes from loving another being as you. your silent heart fills in the rest. you are content with just petting this quiet, simple little animal because it mirrors your own natural state. i want you to be quiet with me, i want you to touch me simply because. i want you to be curious for the glint in my eyes and the curled ends of my hair even though you’ve seen them a thousand times. touch me because i am yours to touch.