Love, Learn Some Manners

We blew on eyelashes
that were really wishes,
wishes that were truly dancing questions,
oozing my mind over you

Now, I try to wring words from
wrinkled sheets,
but the couch and the chair
compete for my attention,
this is not something to be set down
on paper (napkins),
to chat about in the elevator,
let's wait until we can claim this
memory
I offer to you half my bed, my whole pulse, and the quiet of this kiss

by Cristina Paul