Underneath her skin and inside
her bone marrow he wants to live.
Between the lips of her mouth and
in the cage of her ribs he wants to
climb and rest within. In her veins
he wishes to swim. “Let me sway
with you girl and I’ll show you around
the world” he said. The chaps on her
bruised lips that looked as red as a
sheppard’s warning healed and closed
the minute hers met his. No stitches could
have ever fixed this. He planted dandelions
and sweet wishes between the fragments of
her broken bones with nothing but his fingertips.
“Were you ever told that your voice tastes like
white honey and sounds better than the birds
and the bees chirping and buzzing up high in these
gardens trees” he said. Pack your bags and go on a
road trip for I will show that you hold more beauty
than all the oceans and mermaids that exist on any
map. Let me whisper fairy tales in your ear and give
you soft kisses all over your chest. Maybe I’ll start with
your neck and make it down to your toes. You might
get lucky and find my poems run down your arms ,
back and thighs. “I believe my love can mend the broken
, the lost and bent” was all he said when he lent towards
her and placed a kiss on her forehead* ~