On Listening (or, In This Cosmic Bed)

Everyone just wants someone, anyone
to Listen
to pay Attention
like coins from a fraying purse
a Hunger and a boundless Thirst 
to be Seen
to be Heard
like a Human worthy and complete 
standing on their own two feet

Everyone just wants that singular one
to Kiss
to be Kissed
like water I pour my Self
like wine I drink your Self 
to Care
to be Cared for 
like a Human loved and beloved 
lying together amidst this cosmic Bed.