I missed all the insecurities in your "I love you's"
.....scorched,
upon your dry trembling lips
that have left so many before me
running for a rainstorm.
I'm in love with you,
like I love words.
Wrinkled and passion-stained,
bed sheets become paper,
your body and embossed cadenced verse,
your buoyant voice graphites unutterable words.
In that vulnerability,
your eyes tread each line of my body,
reading me as you embed yourself like ink
Permanent......
.....scorched,
upon your dry trembling lips
that have left so many before me
running for a rainstorm.
I'm in love with you,
like I love words.
Wrinkled and passion-stained,
bed sheets become paper,
your body and embossed cadenced verse,
your buoyant voice graphites unutterable words.
In that vulnerability,
your eyes tread each line of my body,
reading me as you embed yourself like ink
Permanent......