How do you say all that you do?
your poetry like silk seams
on the fabric of my skin
stitching all my wounds
like they never were hurt
the scars almost invisible
How do you make magic
with the simplest of words?
In your boyish voice
with an impish ring to it
that when you laugh
I want to seal your lips
with mine… for as long
as you would let me
or till we are breathless
and then I want to listen
to all you have to say
and go back to it all
your kisses like silk seams
on the fabric of my skin
stitching all my wounds
like they never were hurt