I want to know you...
whether you’re afraid
of sharks
or spiders,
death or love.
I want to know
if it’s grammatical errors
that drive you crazy
or the people correcting them,
if you’re more comfortable
shaking sand out of your hair
or snow,
if you prefer coffee or tea,
bars or board game nights.
I want to know which of your friends
you’ve cried in front of,
if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk
out of your nose,
or kissed someone
you weren’t supposed to.
I want to know you.
The you
beneath the layer of
small talk,
always kept shined
and smudgeless...
I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.
