wishes

i want to be the collar of your shirt,
the watch on your pulsing wrist,
the pen your fingers curl around.
i want to be your favorite music,
your last name, your shared pillow.
i want to be the rim of your coffee cup,
your steering wheel, the car keys
you search for so desperately.
i want to be the book you pick up to read.
i want to be your rear-view mirror.
I want to be the beach stone
that feels right in your hand.
i want to be as familiar to you
as macaroni and cheese,
as exciting to you as a naked dive
into cold water,
as necessary to you as
the daily intake of your breath.