silly love poem

More than your
voice at midnight

Perhaps more than
your hands in my hair

Even more than your
tight fingers on my
pulse points

So much more than
your arrogant tongue
marching everywhere

Your words, oh your words!
words I have dreamed about
since a teen

Tonight the echo scarf
you gave me will be
used quite willingly

...echoes of O inform
all our needs

For more than I can
poem, I long for thee

glaze me with your love
for all the world to see.