I dangle from the letter J
holding on with a single hand
to the soft curve that leads
to a gentle *****

Then reaching for the dotted i,
so round and firm
I pull it close
and find my way in to U

O escapes your lips
and I,
I can taste the T; we sipped
ginger and orange slice
both hot and sweet

W would be too much
I know not Y yet you C
that which I never share
but desperately want you to know