We finish another glass of wine and stumble to bed.  You tell me I'm pretty.  My cheeks are stained red, as if I had been in the sun all day. I lay next to you, biting my tongue to hide my body crying out for you. I tell you "I love you" by tapping your hand three times.  My mouth is trembling, you kiss it.  You say you'll never leave, but I've heard this before.  They say it's only love if the person frightens you, but I never understood this until you.  I want to feel the weight of you crashing into me, as you lose yourself in this body belonging to you, entirely. I wonder if I will ever be able to say your name without stuttering.  I don't think I will