And end

I could spend all day looking at your face,

or perhaps, gently touching your porcelain skin.

I am going to trace your pores to draw diamonds

and other shapes that define the preciousness

of your capriciousness as a woman—

which I adore—

Always. Every day. Every single minute.

I could wait in front of your door until midnight

while you are somewhere else, partying, drinking,

perhaps kissing random strangers.

I could forget about those memories.

I could refuse to taste the beer that envelops your lips.

I would kiss your eyelashes instead.

I would love to feel those delicate follicles,

I would love to smell the scent of your tears

brought by yesterday’s misery.

I would embrace tonight as if this is my last,

our last…

Because when you wake up tomorrow,

I would reveal these desires I've been keeping

ever since I met you.

***For Andrea. Original piece, March 20 2012.