let me love you like poetry.

let me dip you into the ink

and capture your immortality

with the cadences and crescendos

of your voice.

let me into your home

so that i may revel in the sounds

of turning pages and

rustling papers, the gears

and cogs churning in your head.

let me feel the click

click

click

resonate in my eardrums

as you graze buttons.

give me the honor

of watching tiny elephants

stampede across your keyboard

as fingers deftly race

to create the rapturing words.

allow me the chance

to crack open your skull

and feast upon the thoughts

and memories that pollute

your soliloquies and arias.

let me once observe

your libraries of librettos,

strum the chords of vocal cords,

and feel the weight

of your vibrations.

finally, let me feel

your head on my lap,

hearing soft breaths

as poetry rolls over my tongue

and pours into your ears.