Today I want to sit
sun warming my face,
thawing the cold ground.
I want to write of you,
a love story,
my love story.
Ours.

I want to write of your face
Above me,
below me,
next to me
In the throws of passion or
on the verge of tears.

I want to write of your body.
Not just your body
but ours, together.
The way we move like waves
on an ever changing shore,
familiar, desperate,
soft and gentle.

I want to write of your heart.
The way it melts me with its kindness. It’s capacity and desire to know me and understand without fear.

I want to write of your mouth.
Oh god your mouth!
I really have no adequate words for how delicious it is.
Swallow me whole.
I want to feed you everything.