The marker
(Sharpiepermanentmarkertwintip)
In your hand
I pull back
"Don't"
Fearing the ink
(Hopfullynontoxic)
Staining my forehead like
Your gesture would like
To suggest.
"But what if I write in Elvish?"
And I
Surrender
My palm
And your breath smells
Like
Pumpkin
Chocolate
("Idon'treallylikechocolatechips,Al­ice")
And a sprinkling of
Love
("Ilikeyou"saidmyotherpalminpen,yourhandiwork)
After the
First letter
It was too obvious
The characters
Were not
Elvish
(Softsweetnearsilentgigglesissuedfromyourlips)
As you wrote words
You knew
Mean so much to me
Though they really are
So little

You're cute
And a tiny
Heart

And you had
No coat
In this cold
(InIdahoit'salways30degrees,I'mfine)
And I gave you
My biggest
Coat
And we went
To your door
And your lips
Met mine
In the best way.

Now
You have my jacket
And I want to
Tattoo your words
Into my palms
(You'recute<3Ilikeyou)
But then
In
Green
You sewed
"I like you <3"
God knows
Where
And you say
The jacket
Makes you feel loved
And he says
You are
Fa
Fall
Falling
In love
And I want
To believe
I can hope
For
A
Bit
Longer
Than
Infinity
(Ihopeyoudon'tmindmesleepinginit)
Lik­e the way
You said with
Your hands
We should
Kiss.