This week’s #sexysundaypoetryprompt from @sexysundaywithbonnie on Instagram (“Ask me to…”) really inspired me. How often do we ask our partners, or have them ask us, “Why are you with me? Why do you love me? Why do you put up with my ____ (insert bullshit caused by trauma here)?” I’ll always answer my love any time he needs me to, but the truth is, no answer ever feels like it’s really what I want to say, because words could never be enough to tell him what he means to me. And that’s where this came from.
Ask me to tell you
why I love you
why I want you
why I need you
And my answer will
always be inadequate.
How do I spell the sound
my breath makes
when your lips touch mine?
How do I write out
the rhythm our hearts create
when you slide inside me?
How do I type the
feeling of your skin on mine?
How do I draw the
face of an unborn child?
How do I paint
the walls of a bedroom
designed for two?
How do I sculpt the
curve of your arm when it
lays beneath my sleeping head?
How do I tell you any of the
most important things that
flow within my blood,
my marrow,
my soul?
kaleidoscopeeyedgirl 