Shouldn’t have

I want to swallow sunsets and be held in the yawn of sunrises. 

I never asked to hold it gently in my hands. 

To speak so generously with clouds rolling like thunder and bending lightning with my tongue. 

My voice touching everything, and hugging quiet shadows tenderly.

Maybe if something as beautiful as the sky lived inside me, then someone would want to love me like they love the sky. 

Maybe they would want to put their mouth on mine and feel love grow inside of them.

But. I was always wanting things I shouldn’t have.