All That She Wants

She wants to feel the words jumble in her mouth,

crowding across her tongue before they slip and slide down her throat.

She wants to feel them rocket down her oesophagus and into her stomach,

where they will flail in acid, desperately trying to remain remembered,

as her heavy lids glide down across the smoothness of her aching eyeballs.

But most of all, she want to feel the closeness of your heart,

the blood rushing under your skin, absorbing the heat of it as if by osmosis.

She wants to listen to the steady ga thump, ga thump of your chest,

wrapped up inside its safety, unbound by the constraints of time.

Cast aside your own excuses and choose instead, to revel in only you and her.