All the letters in the world—infinite Scrabble
blocks begging to be arranged into poetry. Still, I fall mute—
cannot claw my way out of igneous overwhelm to
distil the lustrous
essence of a glinting tiger’s eye: the enigma of you.
Forgive me, my love—I wished to
give you more than this.
Here—in the meantime, take this
instead:
joy to bring the sweetness of summer’s first cherries to your days;
kisses to add lashings of hot Sriracha to your nights.
Love, love and even
more love. Sprinkle on that parmesan of love. Too much will
never be enough.
Oh, my darling—let me love you to life:
profusely and passionately, without
question or qualm.
Reach into my constellations—hidden galaxies I keep
secret, safe, shatter-proof inside my
triple-bolted heart. I will show you a
universe
vibrant as a new dawn, fresh
with the promise of possibility.
xoxo
Yours always, from here to eternity, from A to
Z
About the Creator
Paris Rosemont
Thai Australian poet. Author of poetry collections 'Banana Girl', 'Barefoot Poetess', and chapbook >>glitch<<
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