i am the saddest sound
when you put your feet on the ground
my tongue begins to ache
stomach falls and palpitates
with your early morning breath
you kiss my lips and say directly
"i should probably go"
whoa, no, darling, no
soon as i put my arms around you
"i have to go."
i know you do.
but i want to block the door
throw your shoes back to the floor
float with you on this ship of sheets forever
or at least for weeks
so you can fill this next verse up
with whatever words will make you stay here
with your face next to mine
whoa, our fingers twined
i'm sick of semi-colons
i'd like to change our punctuation to only ampersands
if we're a sentence, let's be a run-on
a sprawling thing three chapters long
a jumbled mess of comma splices
the whole damn cupboard's worth of spices
we'll pull the covers up over our heads
you're all i need.
let's stay in bed