Choices

Choices

I could write a book about him,
fill empty pages with little by
little moments of falling in love with him.
~
I could write a book about him…
how I love his scars and imperfections…
those footprints of lessons learned
~
I could write a book about him
his soul’s merging with mine…
how we navigated life’s struggles
~
I could write page after page describing
the dance of my pulse…the stroll of my breath
when he takes me in his arms…as I melt
~
I could write about the sweat of his skin…
how his touch awakens me like the morning sun,
or how I love to dance above and beneath him
(but the words would lean past the lines)
~
I could write a book about him,
but I’d rather linger in the silence between our eyes
and lay with the tender of his hand upon my heart.

 

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