Let’s swap some dark for some light. I’ll shotgun you fairy dust and pixie sticks. Breathe it in so I can see your eyes sparkle with it and we can dance on thrift store heels.

Let me lick some darkness off your fingers, sticky and bitter, like Turkish coffee, so I can taste your anger and feel your sadness on my lips.

Hear my over-caffeinated litany of excitements about you, as my mania comes to stay for a weekend. He’ll trash the house, raid the liquor cabinet, and burn the rug, but you can stay for the party, if you just hold my head over the throne, till the hangover passes.

Drop your tears on my shoulder and let them burn marks in my skin to remind me that I ache inside, as you do, but I won’t let go, till your shoulders stop shaking and your breathing settles to a rhythm we can sway to.

Let’s howl at our fears of all that could happen. That sound in the night, that movement in the dark – surely a harbinger of loss, a whimper or a growl, but possibly only a voice needing to say they love us that we’re too afraid to hear.

Let’s do shots of those moments of your pleasure, skin flushed with exertion and your throat dry with “oh God”. Get me drunk on your passion and I’ll join you in the toast till we have to catch our breath before ordering another round.

Flood me with the ocean of your uniqueness, your beautiful, your hidden, your ugly. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Let me surf the who-you-are and what-you-need and know you so intimately that I move with even your subtlest tides. I want it all.

And don’t worry. I won’t drown, because in you, I can swim.