Hold on to my hips
like I’m an anchor.
Forgive my aversion
to unhappy endings
and addiction to
chocolate and caramel.
Let me discover
every single freckle
hidden on your body,
so I can kiss them
each individually.
Draw trees on to
my kneecaps and
flowers on the
crooks of my elbows.
Discover something
with me, a valley
or a song or possibly
just each other.