come and dive into my
aching bedspread
& I promise I'll give you
room for a proper
rest

your chest is pulsing
symphonies
in coordination with my
left breast

& your tongue is ever
as clever as
the weather of which
I possess

I hope that one day
you'll believe my
breathless
finesse



& I'll kiss the pain
and pleasure from
the aching in
your chest