Had I know assembly was required,
I might have hesitated with your heart.
I might have taken it from you
with softer hands
and placed it down with thought
for the fissures
I somehow missed
when my fingers ran its surface
and pressed into its weak points
seeking some greater entry
into something more of you.
Love poems are impossible to write – it’s all been said, but somehow you managed.
Thank you, that’s really nice to hear.