a poem (or more accurately, a journal entry with line breaks and metaphors)

As a poet (or more accurately, an overly-enthusiastic English student with an inability to write normal sentences without comparing things and adding adjectives), I am constantly looking for new ways to express myself. Thought I'd post a poem or excerpt every now and then.

flirting with modern art

the first words are easiest.
a crush develops out of silent seconds
between wave of peace & emotional rushover
like Sunday service.
in fever like blind pianist, fingers want
to graze silk throat
swaying like penbrush dipped sweet
rich river-thick oil— a pain
to live by, sweep,
& wrap themselves in secret
braid around your knuckles. want
to map the geography with lips.
want to be embedded
at the hill of your chin, rough
in needles,
curved and caved in dimple. want
twenty-four hour you,
candid, human.
want even the bitter shoulders
you may or may not turn towards me.
want to understand strokes
by curve and layer.
want seven days & name tattoo
in scribbled asian, and carved initials
into oakwood
with tooth and nail so it lasts.
want time,
before & since,
the anchors, deep sea, voices
swimming through muddy brooks like
a filter, and untangle.
want to kiss back the knots of
your morning breath and keep cool air
inside elbows, crossed wrists. want
to touch palms unbroken. want to
stare unblinking for several
uninterrupted hours.
want bitter
wandering eyes
dragged along middle chest desert
like wildfire in hunger. want
longing
before too many hearts snap
& fascination wears off.