Let Me Love

Let me love the way you fall asleep
when the night lamp quiets into a murmur.

Le me love the way your hair looks
when the dawn comes and sweeps you off your feet.

Let me love the way your coffee tastes
like a bonfire in a summer evening.

Let me love the way you sway on your feet
while my music swallows us into another life.

Let me love the way our fingers cross
paths on the vast inches of soft skin.

Let me love the way you feel
when your walls crumble and the only
thing left is to want Death.

Let me love the way you move within my hollow head
with ink on the pad of your feet, permanently marking me.

Let me love the way you lose your emotions
through silent tears and waking hours.

Let me love the way I lose meaning of time
when your laughter flutters on my chest.

Let me love the way I become lost in my own sea
when I try to speak of you in blank pages.

Let me love the way I want to love
all of you, within you, after you, and nothing but you.

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I want to write the world

in the palm of your hands.

I want to gaze at every sun

behind the galaxy of your eyes.

I want nothing more than to spend

all my sleep and all the morning dews

For seconds as precious as the gold

dangling on my naked heart.

I want to wake up and follow the scent

of your life even behind closed eyes.

I want to feel the weight of

your feathered hands,

and listen to how they make

the beating drum grow louder and louder,

until the sound bleeds into words

And you will learn that

six words are better than three.

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