I want
what she has.
I want her life
to be mine, to be
intertwined
with mine. I want
to explore her
identity as if
it were my own
and to see
her life through
her eyes; to see
my life through
her eyes. I wish
to have her
eyes, to have
them staring into
mine, perhaps to
trade them
with my own,
lovingly, to
fall into her,
become her,
to live her life.
She is beauty
and I want her;
to be or to be
with.