Come to me.
I want to open up your chest
and show you the galaxies I see in your heart,
pumping out into every part of your body,
your flesh like one giant constellation
that I could not ever wish to unlearn.

Come to me.
I want to feel your hair on my lips
and tell you about how each and every hair
feels like a blessing on my cracked mouth;
what an honor it is to taste you,
to taste your skin, to taste your soul.

Come to me.
We don't have to say a word.
Talk to me with your hands
and I'll answer back with my mouth.
That will be enough.