Look like something I could float on
And when u laugh
That dimple winks at me
As if it knows I’m waiting for it
And if I’m close enough
I can hear your heartbeat
A rhythmic melody
A Smooth and consistent lullaby.
And your hands
Textured and thoughtful
Creeping up my thigh
Just enough to get warm.
I let them stay there long enough
And then I push them to their destination.
So you can explore me in detail
And turn me into a poem.
Do you taste as sweet
as your smile?
Are your sheets
as fresh as your 11’s?
Can I find out?
Fall into your bed
like a free spirit falling into
a field of dandelions
I bet you look like gold
under a yellow sun
for the night.
Let me find out.
As if you weren’t beautiful enough
You brought history into our home
And as I watch you hammer and nail
I think about the men before you
How they never wanted to build with me
But you build for me
With us in mind
And this table could very well be oak
And last until we are only known through pictures with wooden frames
And this table will be as strong as our family tree
It will spark a never ending
Forever changing story of how great great grandpa cut down this wood with his bare hands
The same hands that picked it up from the store
But that can be our secret
Like the extra late night snacks you’ll have on this table
And the mythical version of you will spread like fire
A monolith for a husband.
Can you imagine it?