What You Never Knew

If I were to write you a letter

I would like to think I would

have the courage to tell you

all about the abounding feelings

that flowed from my chest

when you were with me.

I would probably start by

telling you that your touch

laced my skin with an inferno

that not even the Atlantic

could put out.

Next, I would describe

how your scent made

my blood sing a song

more delicious than

honey trickling slowly

along your frame.

After, I would show you

how your gaze sent the

cells of my limbs into

the most heavenly hysteria,

a discourse that could

shatter me in the best way.

Finally, I would describe how

your words filled the galaxy

between my bones with

endless stars and constellations

that make the Milky Way look

like dust among a meteor shower.

I hope you realize how you

destroy me so perfectly

and put me together even

better than before.