My Pocket Pal

i listen to your words
and trip over my own to say
that i wanna make you mine
have you each and every day
and then you smile
and i freeze
how is it
you stand there with ease
while my nerves go crazy-
my stomach turning in
lazy circles
searching to say
that i want you.
i wish i could
tear you down
and take you apart
and then keep you in
my pocket
then get a key
to lock it shut.
how splendid that would be
to keep you
that close to me
for every second
of every moment
with your smile
and your hands
and your words
and your kiss.
then i can put you
back together
piece fitting piece
and we can be happy
together
in moments
where i stumble to form
the words
again
to say
i need you.