I am saying if you allow me to cradle you,
arms loosely bent around soft skin,
kiss up to here, and there, and the truth is
I can not help the words.
Let me stay longer.
Don’t leave so soon.
Let me stop a moment.
Right here is so possible. This. Us.
Expanding out and over what I thought
could be.
Words escape and become another thing,
and look and look and look until you realize midnight is no time at all.
That is something I know.
And I guess I know other things too.
Let me look longer.
If only to remember. To etch this feeling
line by line into the space beneath my chest.
Not yet, one day, but not here beside you in this bed, across
the air that divides us.
Let me look.