I am fire.
I am wind.
I am water.
I am the soil beneath your feet.
I am eternal.

I write these words with unsure hands,
And I tremble,
Like the quivering of your lips on Sunday afternoons,
And I feel as if my pen is fooling me.
Romanticizing the way your feet hit the ground,
Thudding like the heartbeat,
Which pounds for you;
Which aches for you.

Smear your love onto my body like a vanilla cream solution
So when I would walk around cobbled streets
You would linger behind me leaving trails of reminders
Like the faint flower petals of blues and purples left along my collarbone

Indirect kisses make butterflies dance
Inside children’s stomachs
Echoing the secrets spilling out
From their throbbing hearts