I Want To

A little poem in response to a writing exercise last night …

I want to

I want

I

I want

I want to

Words of such power

Words of such weakness

Words that speak

Words that breathe

Is a want a need

Is a want a desire

Is a want something more

Is a want even real

I want to

Love

Laugh

Cry

Feel

I want to

Feel the wind

Feel the sun

Feel the waves

I want to

Feel your touch

Feel your warmth

Feel you

I want to

Walk the world

Swim its rivers

Share its rhythms

I want to

Talk to you

See you smile

Hold you tight

I want to

About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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