In Words

I could keep waiting for that perfect inspiration to strike but there would always be something I could have written better, some words I could have used instead of others or maybe an entirely different poem altogether could have been written but there is only so much I can blame on inspiration.

So, can my words cuddle you up? Or envelope you in the warmest of hugs? To catch every syllable of them in the same way one catches every drop of that late summer drizzle on the stretch of the empty palms and them sew them all together like fragments of a most beautiful dream into the comfiest blanket of the most myriad patterns. 

I can breathe in between the pauses of words and kiss you in syllables. Hold you like I hold my breath every time I gaze deep into your eyes. Love language is a tricky thing. Sit beside me and I will keep my head on your shoulder and whisper in your ears just because I can. 

Sit across me and we can bring our palms together, with fingertips touching to just be there in that moment. Arms grown numb with you lying on mine or me on yours, giggling while getting up, laughing long after that. Standing at an arm’s length to look how you look from the distance to soon close the gap and enclose all of you in my arms and even that would most probably not be enough. 

Maybe loving in words can’t be a thing, maybe it’s just too poetic to be actually possible…but until then...