Forgiveness

I want to give you a dozen enveloped poems,

Tucked into your pants when you aren’t looking

Reverse pickpocketing at its most revealing.

I want to present you with words,

These tiny dead birds all I can catch with my mouth.

I want to watch your face furrow with the realization

To recognize when you are forcing your eyes down

To witness the blush of reciprocation spread across those delicate cheeks.

But I won’t.

I keep these things tucked deep,

Think about your hands on my own time

Pretend that this emotional labor has always been just mine.

I stumble over sentence structures I used to own

These buildings inhabited by ugly almosts.

Wanna give you flesh and bone

Wrecking ball kisses

The softest, sweetest fingertip touch.

I want to taste your hot morning breath groans

Haunt my tongue with that flavor

I could watch you walk away from me all day on those cloud feet.

I have.