you to me

and I lie in waiting
for you
to invite me in,
to call me
from across the seas,
to stir up worlds
between us,
as I rush to you,
waiting for you
to want me
to fill you,
like the wind
you cannot see
but only feel,
as I move through
those billowing folds
held tight,
unfolding
you to you,
and me to me.