The shape of your knee

The shape of your knee

The taste of your tea

The way it feels to pull you 

By the hips

To kiss you

On the lips

To kiss your eyelids

One by one

To kiss your forehead

To get your pants undone

To stop

Because I can’t stop 

looking at your face

To think when I’m in your arms

I’m at the right place

The shape of your elbow

Hugging my chest

The taste of your lips now

Just kissing mine back

You arms are my blanket 

Your chest is my pillow

And if I was to lose it

I’d grow into a weeping willow

That just can’t forget

The shape of your knee

That will never get over

The shape of your knee