Will you please give me a smile? Come now, you know it’s easy. Just a slight tense of a muscle here, and a muscle there. The kind of smile that made my heart leap. Yes, it sounds cliché, but that’s what I resort to when I think of you. Your smile that I crave to see when I am lonely, the same smile that I crave when I am sad. The warm look upon your face as you express happiness. The shared happiness I feel through solidarity. Will you show it to me? It need not be held, although the longer you smile, the greater the happiness.
Will you please hold my hand? I need the warmth of your smooth fingers intertwined with mine. Ten laces weaved tightly, showing the sign of affection. I
would feel your pulse as my own, through the hand that links our bodies and souls, hearts and minds. It need not be long. The momentary bliss is enough to sustain me until the next time.
Will you please give me a hug? An awkward embrace, I know, yet it would mean so much. With my body so close, my pulse would match yours. A brief squeeze lets me know that you are still here. I love the warmth of your body, your head at my chest, the soft breathing. It need not be lasting. The warmth will get me through the night
Will you please give me this dance? A step here, and a step there. Each movement calm, and deliberate. A step taken, a step followed, a twirl here, and a swing elsewhere. We add glazes to each simple count. The music sustains us, and I feel your soul. It feels ethereal, detached. “Is that really me?” I wonder, then, in quick realization, change the “me” to an “us”. The song may not be long, but the memory will last forever
Will you please give me a kiss? Cool lips together, an oath is made to share ones love. The description is not long, we both know how we feel.
I know I am selfish, always asking, always taking. But please, dear, bear with my complex demands as I ask of you one last thing.
Will you please give me your heart?
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