and, I love you -

I believe you beside me on the carpet,
staring at my profile.

I feel you breathless above me,
gasping to a shoulder.

Because I know that words are the long-limbed roses of emotion:
symbolic of the feeling,
rarely true expressions of the moment.

So bring me bushels of stargazers,
let me wallow in their scent.
Blow out the candles,
and fumble for me in heated darkness,
outline me in tongue and finger.

Avoid everything I say.

Remain on the path you are wearing,
relentless, restless,
to my heart.





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