If only I could
I’d make love to you
one utterly beautiful
word at a time
writing sonnets
between your ribs
planting commas
On the curve of your neck
pausing for ellipses
where your breath
catches mine
With my eyes
I’d chase yours down
a library aisle
tugging at the spines
unwritten stories
opening chapters
where our hearts
get caught in the margins
Eagerly, I’d begin
how I’d linger
together
we’d savor each other
line by sweet line.
Your tears
breathtaking joy?
I’d catch them
like fireflies
holding their light
in my palms
then kiss them
from your cheeks
leaving trails
of poetry
you’d only find
when you smiled.
And my chest
pressed to yours
would thunder
like a drumline
syncopated
uncontainable.
For that deepest yearning
no feast of flesh could satisfy
I’d lay my words
on your skin like blessings
scripture only we could read
my lips spelling out spells
that unravel every doubt
hesitation.
And when you’d tremble
beneath me
it wouldn’t be from
desire alone
It’d be the way my words
fed your soul
the way I’d tattoo love
into your fingertips
until you couldn’t
hold anyone else
without feeling me.
Our bodies wouldn’t
just meet;
they’d converse
sighs unspoken
agreement
declaration you’ve been
waiting for.
The kind of passion
that doesn’t just exist—
it rewrites.
And as the end of our story
approached
as we found ourselves
draped in moonlight
and metaphors
I’d lean in close
pressing words
into the molly
of your ear


Did
You
Enjoy
What’s
In
The
Cup
……


I.
Love.
You.



And you’d know
it wasn’t just a statement.
It was the whole poem