Tell me you love me
Let my ear drums tremble from your whispering lips.
Let my heart skip as if it’s childishly playing hop scotch with my ribs.
allow me to miss a breath and torture my lungs as my lips die for a kiss.
You are the story I want to
tell, the words I want to
sound aloud, over and over
again, to make sure they’re
real. Listen to my mouth
giving birth to glistening red
words. Listen, listen to the
story of how we fell in love.
Listen to the story of us.
She wants to lay down in her lover’s arms.
To feel his warmth against her bitter cold soul.
So she can spill every dark thought.
And fill it with his words of light.