i want to write words

that will strike you hard in the chest

penetrate your graceful bones

consume that pumping organ

and make their way into the bloodstream

that causes your skin to dance.

(oh, how i miss your warm feel)

so that next time

we lay side by side

you will feel the tingle

up your spine

that goes into your neck

and slightly presses on your temples

whispering "love me"

to the back of your eyes.

(i am still intoxicated with the feeling of your fingers in my hair)

but, dearest,

i am honestly too fond of you

to tell you these things.