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.