I could compose,
the most elegant words that could sweeten the tongue.
Sticking to the roof of your mouth like molasses.
As a lover, I could cuddle my partner asleep.
Nightly, wrapped in our duvet and extremities-
Even with the most beautiful worlds,
derived from nothing but my imagination.
My love, sweet nothings,
distant, deprive, disband
Like a craving,
whispers in my ear...
will you make time for me?
replace the emptiness in my heart.
I am out of spoons—
None left to swoon
as phases of the moon.