I wish to.
I wish to tiptoe my words down your spine
as you shudder under the vowels and consonants of my love
to trace the curve of your back with silver light and warm your cheeks
to move your body with my meaning,
becoming the chapter and verse, leather-bound
and caressed by tears of those who will never know
what it is I whispered to you tonight.
Your fingers will grasp at the passing moments,
tangling in the linen sheets and scattered words
I'll whisper as my mouth moves along your body,
tasting the honest response to my words and touch
My words will fill the darkest corners of you mind,
blanketing you in desire, with the need to sigh
words of your own to be heard only by me.