Poem: September 8, 2019

Let Me Take Care Of That For You

Let me take care of that for you.
Let me fill that cup. Let me rub
away that dust. Let me cook up
something spicy and steaming
and hot to the touch. Let me go
ahead and serve you something
tender and falling from the bone,
something salty and savory to
tempt your tongue. Let me clear
you some space, make a little bit
of room, so you can spread out.
Let me loosen what's too tight.
Let me dampen what's too bright.
Let me cool you down just so,
just enough to be comfortable,
just a little more, just a notch,
just a breath. Let me get that door,
slide it open for you, and hum
you a song, low and flowing like
a bath. Let me hover here like a
shadow. Let me hold you like a
pillow. Let me linger like fingers
running through your hair. Let me
be the thing you tilt yourself into.