So Textual To Caress You In Verse

I could caress you in verse, embrace your body and the layers of your skin, sip your dots and commas, savor your words, enjoy your wet breaths, compose your speeches in notes, drive you mad wasting your letters.

I can feel you intensely in every accent,  follow your curves, placate you with commas, accentuate every pore of your skin, caress your essence, walk the path of your stories, handle your chapters, leaf through your pages, complete the binding of the your pelvis.

I am so textual that I could caress you in verse, devour you in prose, cook you in rhymes and decorate you with the sketches of my mind. Then, only then, would I make you mine, while I would be yours for all the moments of our reading.

We will always belong to us, even without owning us

May what has to come arrive, that uncertainty seizes us with intertwined hands, describing the consistency of our love, enjoying the singing of autumn leaves and feeling the hunger that butterflies manifest in our stomach.

Maybe our adventure dazzled glances and, even if it ends with time, I could protect you. I wish I could rub many skins making each of them understand that you are the best book and the best story that has fallen into their hands.

I wish you full of success. I desire you with glances aimed at the past, the present and the future. I want your verbs to reach my clothes, eroticize my thoughts and overwhelm my weaknesses, my fears and my modesty.  

Do it as you like, as long as it can know love

Let me know love, let my memories light up, let the colors explode, let my cheeks smile. Make me smile in the dark, and in solitude. That you remember with tenderness, that you want yourself in your arms, in my sleepless nights, next to my bedside table. 

Let the world be enthusiastic, let it know true ecstasy with you. Teach the sensations you are able to create simply by touching your pages with your skin, with phrases in your mouth, with your stories in your mind.

Make them know love, just want to read you, believe in the impossible, get lost in the forests of your stories. Let yourself be admired, because I know no greater passion than that of understanding me between your lines and delivering myself to your messages .

Come and sleep with me, we will not make love, he will do it with us

And so I surrendered to you, who submerged and wrecked me in the depth and warmth of your words. You hugged me eternally and passionate me with your sentences. This is how I paid tribute to our nocturnal love, our dream readings, our vital enjoyment. 

Let laziness guide us every night, let’s turn the page, maybe we never reach the end, maybe we panted to finish and enjoy; maybe we could smile, maybe we had to separate, maybe the final point hurts us.

Let’s enjoy it, because there is nothing more beautiful than everything you give me, because I want my library to be filled with books like you and that you, at the same time, always remain the only one. So I will be able to experience you once and a thousand more times, as if it were the first, book of my life …