Decipher

Seduce me
Write me a poem
tell me about the scent of musk
at the nape of my neck
that you dream of spending
sultry summer days
between my breasts
that if you could taste me
it would be mangos and
tropical breezes on your tongue
keeping you up at 2 am for weeks
staring at black ceilings
legs entwined in sheets
wiping your brow
wondering when the next will be

Seduce me
write me a poem
drop those weak pick up lines
and overwhelm me with quotes
from Nerudas 100 love sonnets
tell me I walk in beauty
like the night
trace the lines of my left hand
decipher
then read and whisper
their meaning to me
tell me my life line crosses your destiny
imprint you words on me
like overnight scratch marks
leave butterflies in my stomach
with honeysuckle syllables
that remind me of first kisses
and holding hands at recess

Seduce me
write me a poem
that prays my name
and preaches our passion
chant a litany of our lovemaking
to come
under your breath
with the faith of withered
hands holding rosaries
in cathedrals
until the images of us
entwined in each other
burn themselves inside our minds
like incense at mass

Seduce me
write me a poem
with your eyes
lock glances for a moment
across a crowded room
soft smirk on full lips
and a slow deliberate
blink followed by a
flutter of eyelashes
that says
damn I wish.....

Seduce me
write me a poem
with your body
approach me the certainty of the tide
move to me without doubt or question
make me your origin
and your destination
let the music be the catalyst
that lets our bodies meet
spin me in and out of conga rythms
lead me into a coltrane wail
grind me into the base-line
of between the sheets
then pull me close enough
to feel out hearts beat together
when we dance

Seduce me
write me a poem
that
that speaks of our timelessness
remind me it was you
I loved in a past life
on some far away continent
tell me I carry you in my genes
that I can't forget you
if I tried
that our memories are
engraved into eternity
that time is just a theory to us

Seduce me
write me a poem
that needs no words
compose a silent sonnet
on soft bare skin
where your caress on exposed back
speaks that syllable
I need to hear you
a poem
where melding bodies become the look
where shallow breathing
becomes prose
where you seduce me
and inspire me to
write you the poem
that shows you how to love me

-Maya del Valle