I got some phlegm to clear up, folks.
I’d bring you flowers everyday.
Compliment you everyday.
Pay both our expenses everyday,
because I’m just that way.
Cuddle with you.
Put my head on your shoulders.
Clasp your hand to my cheek.
Stroke my fingers up your delicate throat
and around your face
and cup the nape of your neck
as I nudge your face right in front of mine,
till our noses are touching and we’re
devouring each other’s presence
in wide-eyed wonder.
my lips would slowly,
close onto yours and
inhale a deep breath from yours
that reaches deep into my lungs
and across my tippy-tops and toes
and quake my starving soul
like a cup of mead
spilling its wholesome glory
I also want to feel your pulse.
You know that?
And hear your heartbeat when I
lay my ear onto your chest
and hug your knee closer to mine own,
maybe caress it
because it’s spindlier than the rest.
You just have to let yourself let me.