I want to shower sweet, rosewater words into your ears, onto your head, amidst your hair.
I want to say all the loving, warm things that bubble into my throat and fingers but I wonder if you’d like to hear them.
Or, not simply if you’d like to hear them, but how often you’d like to hear them.
Too much sugar makes for bad teeth.
Moreover, I wonder how much I’d like to say these things.
I like them bottled up in my body.
I like them there, prodding me, gasping for a breath of life in y