I can't afford your smile..
It is far too wide and beautiful..
Your fingertips glow in the winter..
Causing the sharp weather to retract from my cheekbones, and cut lines into the sidewalk..
You hold the sun with two fingers..
Not struggling..
Not worried about getting burnt..
Your rib-cage is made of gold..
Which I also, can't afford..
Your toenails are made of bronze penny's..
You saved the penny's from your childhood that your mom said you could do without, but you believed in them, so you kept them..
I wish I could tell you how much I love you..
How when you used to hold me, every inch of my body would turn into warm soup...
How my heart would flutter like a dove
And how my eyes would close, and imagine you inside of me..
Holding my orgasms captive until you felt it was time to let go..
I wish I could tell you how your smile healed the children of Darfur..
How it helps old lady's cross the street and suicide victims hope for a better tommorow..
I wish I could tell you how your lips warmed my clitoris..
Causing a sweet, milky liquid to escape and drizzle down my legs to my toes..
Causing my toes to stick upward, and my mouth to remain open with words stuck in the back of my throat..
I can't afford your knowledge..
It is far to vast and exciting..
Your brain has been places that your penis hasn't and I am grateful for that..
Your brain has fed the starving Ethiopians, clothed the Kenyans, coped with Morrocans and built Egyptian gods..
I wish I could tell you how sweet your saliva smelled when it tapped on my eardrum..
I want you to hold me..
I want you to love me like you used to..
I want you to massage my shoulder-blades and stimulate my pussy..
I want you to love my insides like you used to..
I'm sorry that I can't afford it anymore..
I'm sorry that my ribs are made of wood while yours are made of pure gold..
But please..
Just hold me one more time..
I'd appreciate that.