Literature
he
i wish i could tell you
that every poem is about you,
that every kiss drawn in adjectives
is being sent your way,
that the mysterious He
who dances in every verse
walks with your gait
talks with your Jersey accent
and i wish that you knew
that your face, your smile, your name hides behind every metaphor,
that every simile is like the first time we looked at each other
is like the first time we spoke to each other
is like the first touch, the first kiss
and i wish i could read
these words to you
i wish that my stomach would stop
churning long enough
for me to feel safe opening my mouth
i wish the fear would flee from every goosebum