I have always been in love with your language.
A man’s intelligence will leave me weak
I feel your whisper against the span of my skin
Rescinding my every inhibition
My musings look like kindergarten finger-paints when compared
To your Matisse-like keystrokes
Every word imprinted on the page
With no apology; no regret
I always imagine you asserting how it doesn’t matter
Spilling into a dramatic rant
My insecurity both a disappointment and an opportunity
I could stay and watch your body fill the distance between us
Though your voice carries me
And I feel you
But I was never there
You were never there
We were never there
