I could write a poem about
The dance our tongues did
About how I reached for your hand and
That was the only sign you needed to
Pounce
I could write a poem about
The way your eyes are oceans and
Are so deep set in your face it
Makes you wise beyond your years or
I could write about how you held my neck
How you asked me to let my hair down
How you wanted to have a conversation
How we talked and how it was lovely
But I’d rather write a poem about
The appeal of your face because
When I looked at it
In the dark, straining my eyes
I was intent on memorizing every line and curve and your smile
Let me write a poem about
Remembering you into me
