Can I calm your wild heart?
One last time will do.
I’ll compare your eyes to the ocean blue; and their swirls to the whirls of the Majestic Hue- [only brighter].
I’ll touch the hair on your chest one last time and curse the shirt you wore for wearing it.
I’ll trace my fingers down your spine and realized I’ve lied to my detached mind-
One last time will never do.
Not when it comes to having you.