To whom I won’t mention

The words slide through your lips like thick honey

The one I would like to kiss off them

They stick to my ear, make their way in the waves and synopsis that make up my amazed confusion

I want to sit there and kiss those words until my eyes close in blissful exhaustion

By now, you should know that my rhetoric steps right behind yours, maybe a little further behind

And that my clumsy attempts to have a real debate and discussion just leave more enthralled and mesmerized by this beautiful woman that talks like the world must hear

And, indeed

It must hear!

I think

I lay naked in the infinite space between my neurons, my brittle intellectual bones crushed by your sweet steel words

And the distance between our eyes does not matter, because in one second

In that small breach of time and space in which I can feel like an equal to you

Can make us more intimate than any corporeal experience can

Although, I would not give up one…