You soft spoken woman, with your beautiful green eyes and your fine hair.
you with the fire sign and the heart that beats too much, too fast, too often. you with the melancholic raspy voice that melts my instincts. with the poems that feel like warm coffee going down, with the tangible sadness no one ever sees. with your nonchalant walk, and the thighs covered in tattoos. let me bathe in the light of your existence. let me take from you all that makes you admirable in my eyes, let me take your best traits and glue them on me. Hand me that kindness
and that humility. hand me the charms and the high sex appeal, and I'll hand you back a thousand poems worth of praise. I'll hand you my soul for you to pour in all your secrets. my warmth, all I have to offer, and even all I don't. I'll pay you back with the finest quality of loyalty.
