you could talk for hours,
until your last words
run into your first words,
until the sun
accidentally bumps into the moon,
until your eyelids
slowly drift down,
and i would still want to listen.

i love it when you
brush the back of your hand
across my cheek
trace your finger along the nape of my neck
search every contour of my body
like a map
draw cities and landscapes
on my stomach
my arms
sending chills up my spine
raising mountains on my skin
and i know you can feel my smile
against your mouth
just like i can feel yours
and nothing has every made me happy
like the bliss that nighttime can bring
and i dread the rising sun
because in the morning
you're always gone.

your porch light was on
so i took off my shoes
and stepped inside
made myself at home
brewed a *** of coffee
curled up on the couch
beside the fireplace
and waited for you
but you never came home.

i want that kiss, the one that will
break open the ground
and swallow us both up, the one that will
take my breath away
and then give it back to me, the one that will
show me that all others before were completely wrong
and all other after won't compare, the one that will
make my insides heat up
and melt altogether, the one that will
shatter my heart
and then piece it back together.
but i don't want that from just anyone, no,
i'd prefer if it were from you.

don't tell me you love me
if you don't mean it, she said.
don't give me hope if
you're just going to dash it all away.
if you every plan on leaving, she said,
you might as well get it over with.
she threw down her defenses
and laid it all out on the line
because, she said,
even the ugly truth is much better
than the most beautiful lie.