365 Poems – 119 What You Do (Rough First Draft)

What You Do

I would hide behind the moon if I could,

so you wouldn’t see my eyes are as big

as a harbour whenever you enter the room.


I want to make a river of footprints

around you, but you hold my arms

behind my back, and when you let go,

it is as if they are wings frozen.


Your hands push away my hair,

and your kisses write across my face,

until I can see words of love

on the underside of my eyelids.


You smell of February, when light

is starting to get long again, and nights

are suddenly red. When  rooms are filled

with storms, as spring starts to flick

her beautiful fingers.