I wrote the five letters of your name
in cursive writing with my fingertips.
I wrote the rest of the poem
in my head. It never comes to me
in the moment. It comes after
in riptides and synonymous with
coffee drinks. It arrives at my front
gate and whispers how you made
me feel cherished and adored.
I wrote in my head, on your back,
I love you, for showing me
your eyes, your thoughts, your touch
for having me
in your life. It is not even the
hours that matter, but what you
do with the ones that do, with the
silence and the words. Nothing
is something. When you ask me
what am I thinking? I am thinking
about how I do not want time
to cheat me, but it seems to
never stop banging with truth.
I felt your closeness
And even laying together under
the sheets with no sun
brought the heat of Venus
into our hearts.