Starting Lines

I will meet you
between the pages (and
the sheets)
where twists of letters
and turns of phrases
thumb each other
where my word Favorite and
your word Forever
caress.

for you are
the false advertising that
promised a friend
and gave me an idea of
being without end.

you are the ceiling
I never noticed
and the sentences
I never (open mouth orgasms) finished.

you hold me in your sleeping embrace
and my thoughts become
confused with your touches.
now my shoulders are
You’re So Perfect.
my waist is
Wrap Yourself Around Me
and my neck will always be
Please Don’t Break Me

let’s meet between
the sheets, the pages of our story,
and refuse to let this chapter
(and please say it’s possible)
end.