Fairytales

If your voice had a colour it would be dusk, and if I could taste it, it would taste like Cabernet.

I didn’t think that I’d be able to love words anymore than I already do, but then they started coming from you.

I want them all to come from you.

I can’t hear them if they’re not from you.

You make me think about the kind of love that you can’t hold back,

the kind of love that makes you want to put a name on your body,

that love that loves you under no conditions.

If you told me to go with you, I’d follow.

I’d believe you if you said that the moon was mine, and I would wait a lifetime for you to bring it to me.

I want that sort of love that makes breathing hurt without you.

That swaying in the kitchen to r&b music sort of love.

Smell me when you miss me, and feel me before you see me type of love. You don’t talk, you recite. Like lyrics, cascading down the page…

The next word you say will be my favourite. It was my name.

I’m going to fall in love with you.