I’m going to grab your pwet
with the kind of pressure that says
this is mine. this is where I hold you
when words aren’t enough
I will squeeze it with reverence
I will hold it with intention
I will let you feel every ounce
of devotion in my spiral grasp
then when you look at me like
that’s enough, I’m already melting
I will just lean in and whisper
too late. I warned you. mine.