you are a far better poet than i

for i write merely with
words

your pen is
your finger
trailing my spine
as you sit behind me
while your lips
whisper against my ear
words that make my
heart race
and my breathing stop
so that i don’t miss
one syllable

i often revisit
the poetry
that is you
and try to recall
the heat of every line
hoping for
another verse

October 24, 2015