Why don’t you just lay me down, how about that?
Why don’t you just lay me down on this same back that I’m used to lying on when I day dream about you at 2AM when you’ve long since forgotten our last conversation or the way our laughter sounds. How about you let me teach you what love really tastes like- like the flavour of my lower lip caught between your teeth. How about that?
How about you let me call out your name in a way that keeps you present with me before you slip into a well intended ecstacy, how about that?
How about you allow me the liberty of breaking the confines of who you believe me to be, a good girl -How about you let me show you that I’m not just good, that I am great.
How about I destroy your preconceived notions of me , or better yet let me destroy them between sheets that can be perfumed with the scent of your sweat.
How about this, How about I kiss you in a way that will teach you to crave my flesh and leave you restless, hungry for my touch once more. How about that?
How about you learn that a women can be more than flesh and bones,
That she can be a metaphysical constellation capable of absorbing you entirely, That nature is called a mother because she birthed a raw infinity of a women which you could be blessed enough to hold in your arms.
That drowning can be beautiful because my love will come for you in ceaseless waves. That I am a sacred vessel, that my entire body is holy and with each time you lay your hands upon me you will learn to praise a creator so devine that your soul will sing in your ears in the form of your heartbeat. How about that?
How about I teach you what love means with my body because words cannot adequately express the sentiment that I feel towards you.
How about that?
That’s what I wanted to say.
Instead I said “Yeah sure, I don’t mind” and watched as you walked over to her, kissing her in a way that caused me to choke back tears, cough in a crowded room and pretend that the vodka was to blame and not you.