This poem is about the word lover. We rarely use it but it still holds so much power. It describes how you sometimes fear to say it aloud because others may judge you for it—might judge who you have chosen your lover to be.
Lover
what other word tastes so sweet
on my tongue
It tingles with delight
happy to form the word
like the wake of your kiss
your skin is my paradise
I could drown in it
You hold entire galaxies inside
with every kiss
you leave stars on my lips
I’m sorry
I keep our love in the shadows
when I know
I have your supernovas hanging
from the corners of my mouth
