To dive in,
To sink beneath,
To weigh myself down,
To stretch my phalanges to the starless night sky,
To pound my metatarsals soft downy,
To have your hair caress my zygoma,
To press my carpals to the back of your neck,
To have you squeeze my femur,
To skim your lips across my clavicle,
To have you whisper, "Forever."
To whisper it in my ear,
To whisper it in the crook of my cervical vertebrae,
To whisper it against my gastro,
To whisper it against the flesh inside my patella,
To whisper it in the cowlick of my Pilus,
To whisper it on the dimples just above my gluteus maximus,
To whisper it on the curve of my scapula,
To love you would be an advantage,
To love you would be a disadvantage,
To love you would be a pro,
To love you would be a con,
To love you would be a morning of procrastination,
To love you would be a night of production,
To spend my life with you would be a privilege,
To spend my life with you would be an adventure,
To be with you would be a spectacular wave of madness,
To die knowing you are mine would be my pleasure.