“I love you.”
Small whispers crawl upon her lips
leaving tiny footprints in between the dips
watch her lips stretch and uncrinkle
notice the half moons that are her dimples
they’re coming to you
those hush hush words
finding their way to your perfectly waxed ear
guide them if you will
send out a beacon
light a torch
shoot a flare
darling open your ears!
your heart.
she’s coming to you
if you can notice the intricacies of this smile
surely your heart can see her heart
can hear the beat
the march of those hushed words
now turned into roaring waves
coming to wash over you
wash you away
drown you
revive you
she’s coming to you
and it couldn’t be sooner
(why don’t you go to meet her?)