Love Poem for No One in Particular

Let me touch you with my words

For my hands

Lie limp as empty gloves.

Let my words stroke your hair.

Slide down your back and tickle your belly.

For my hands.

Light and free-flying as bricks.

Ignore my wishes and stubbornly refuse to carry out my quietest desires.

Let my words enter your mind.

Bearing torches.

Admit them willingly into your being.

So they may caress you gently,within.