I spent all night
weaving a poem for you
to wear. You look so beautiful
when you wear my light.

I am certain,
my love,
that poetry was born
only after your birth.

Share yourself with me.
I will never judge you.
I am here
and I will stay here
only to love you.

Find me.
Seduce me.
I want to be in love with you.

If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a simple brooch
so I may rest a while against your chest.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a forgotten coin
so I may rest a while against your thigh.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be an unlit cigarette
so I may rest a while in between your lips.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me at least remain in these words
so I may rest a while in your thoughts.

I will speak of love
until you go mad
and join me
in my mad worship
of love.