I want to be the one whose
affection
seeps so deeply into your mouth
until everything your lips touch tastes like
the ice cream we ate on the Fourth of July
and
I want to be the one whose love
wraps around each stitch on your sweaters
until every item of clothing you own smells like
the perfume I wore the first day we met
and I want to be the one whose endearment
fills the space underneath your fingernails
until every hand you hold for the rest of your life feels
like
mine.
r.m.
