Feb 12

convince me.

Whisper like you mean it
softly demanding
take my wrist
without worrying about
squeezing too tight
run deep through my veins
and dont apologize
consume me
not with your body 
but eyes
make me 
believe in something
without having 
to wish it true
hold me close
but dont be afraid
to lose me
marry my 
fingers to yours
and have them dance
across my face
take your breathe
and paint
come claim me
but do not take ownership
let my ribs
be the xylophone
and your lips the musician
give me
look at me intently
with no other thoughts
and convince me
of our love.