I could love you.
Wrap a metaphor around your finger.
Punctuate each embrace,
take your gaze in the lines
of my hand and lead it to
my mouthing sweet nothing lips.
Stroke you hair with syllables
And tie it in parentheses
enunciate each advance with a alliteration
and bring you to bed with a preposition.
I’d love to love you.
The rustle of hair as i turn your face,
admire the vignette of a dimple,
the eyes that stray out of the margins
and justify my close reading
of your smile like a simile;
take my word for it : a poem by a Singaporean Writer
my word i like poems
