Dripping poetry
From every pore
Luscious skin
Oozing with love
As you walk
Across languidly
Moistening the floor
Every stanza
Adds more eloquence
To the heady concoction
Waiting to be consumed
Till the last drop
Each footstep
Creates an impression
On the heart
Graceful flutter
Of the heavy eyelashes
Seems an eternity
Stealthy criminal
Wants an open window
To sneak in
Through the pause
Slither between lines
Entwined to every word
A serpentine hold
On poetry beautiful
Trickling with sweet honey
Taste of immortality

I could breed something, baby.
I could breed something hateful and disparaging.
But I rather not, tonight.
Tonight, I want to talk about the beauty.
Even if it keeps my keys wet,
I'll speak of it and get it out of my system.

I loved waking up next to you, holding you tight
and reminding you that you always had a big spoon,
even though deep down, I wished I was the little one.

I loved getting you presents I know you'd adore,
because it just reassured me I can still make you curve your lips
and be gifted by you.

I loved cooking you food you enjoy,
your stomach is an extension of your heart,
and boy, did I keep it warm.

I love how much I loved you.
I'll admire this and embrace the loss.
Feel the sweetness soothe my sores.

*One day it won't hurt so beautifully anymore,
and this will be the child I forgot how to adore.

may your love illumine
like the sun
the darkness that lurks
in my heart

may your love quench
my thirst
I have never experienced
the sweetness of love
until now