I would like to crawl into your bed
I would be
whichever spoon you want
or
we could fork

little bits of song
and silence
I would never
shy away
from you

there is a darkness
and a silence
and all the while it is my fate to suffer
for you

all of the thoughts
and feelings
for better or worse
belong to you

I am
perpetually and
inevitably
yours

I am whipped into airy sweetness
a spoonful of meringue on the dessert of your choosing
a delicate confection
I will melt in your mouth

I hear the rain
like the forest
there is no other sound
just existence
of rain
surfaces
textures
resonance
of shapes
the fullness of rain
in every sense
consumes me
I am complete
in the symphony
of rain

I gobble them up
the words
like a woman starving