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

Dear, you say I am small enough to fit on top of your palm,
But lover I disagree.
My heart, it is huge.
It’s like a balloon that expands.
It expands,
And I don’t know when it’s going to stop because,
Honey it feels like it is going to burst.
The content of your laughter and your butterfly eyelashes,
Fill to the rim.
Like a glass of whiskey.
Baby, you are making me tipsy.
My poetic fluidity is gone,
It evaporated into the sky.
So I am waiting for it to rain.
Sweetie, hum me a song while we wait;
Wait for the skies to cry.
So somehow I can show you,
How much my heart can weigh,
Your hand down to the ground.

You are more beautiful at 3am
Then you are during the day.
The stardust that resides inside your body
Glows and glistens
Like shattered glass left along the sidewalk.

You smell like burnt coffee and no,
Not the fragrance, sweetheart.
You smell like the sigh
That escaped your parted lips
When you noticed it was burnt.

Without giving me any warning,
You engraved yourself into my flesh;
Like a flower wrapping its vines around my torso.
I would pluck at your petals and
Tear at your roots
But you would not leave me.