let me love you like poetry.
let me dip you into the ink
and capture your immortality
with the cadences and crescendos
of your voice.
let me into your home
so that i may revel in the sounds
of turning pages and
rustling papers, the gears
and cogs churning in your head.
let me feel the click
click
click
resonate in my eardrums
as you graze buttons.
give me the honor
of watching tiny elephants
stampede across your keyboard
as fingers deftly race
to create the rapturing words.
allow me the chance
to crack open your skull
and feast upon the thoughts
and memories that pollute
your soliloquies and arias.
let me once observe
your libraries of librettos,
strum the chords of vocal cords,
and feel the weight
of your vibrations.
finally, let me feel
your head on my lap,
hearing soft breaths
as poetry rolls over my tongue
and pours into your ears.
