She

She is my muse
and I hope to you she knows that.
Oh dear please know that.
If she doesn’t know it
than I  will make her know it.
I will tell her that she’s beautiful.
that she is magnificent.
That she is all I’ve ever dreamed of .
That she is the other half of my heart.
That I want to know her inside and out
that I want to know her so well that my finger prints are stamped onto her heart and there is a kiss mark on all 24 of her ribs.
That this poem has no conjunctions because I want to taste every word of her on my tongue.
Oh I want, I want, I want.
I keep wanting because I wish her to eat me whole.
To leave nothing left me but
bones and teeth marks.
I will make her see it.
And if she refuse then I will keep my distance.
I will still love her for as long as time continues.
Just from a distance.