I am yours for all and everything.
You remake me whole and unwhole and unbending,
and I can give you only this letter that I lay my head on
and press to my lips, my chest that floods for you,
my little fish.
You are a wishbone that I wish upon,
when the beautiful curve of your hips sings
beside mine in the dark like a cello,
as we travel through the night on your faint breath.
Your beauty surrounds me and I whisper to the wood,
the rain falling softly in the dark of you.
And I could never deserve you.
Instead, my little love
you have a poem and a love letter
and my heart.