Untitled Love Poem

Sometimes when I’m alone

I whisper your name to myself

I look to see how it rolls off my tongue

To see if it give me electric currents

Deep through my core

When I really love someone

I do not want to kiss them.

I want to lick their tongue and taste their insides

Their lips are like two uncooked chunks of chicken breast

Sans the salmonella.

Sometimes I want to know what you’re thinking

And see what goes through your mind

I wish your thoughts were projected

Onto the wall you stare at

So we may enjoy them together

I want to let you know what I’m thinking

To confess each though that passes through my mind

To let you know even the ones I try to pretend don’t exist

But I’m afraid

No one is privy to the entirety of my mind

I wonder what I should call you

If there is a title for what we do together.

Are we fuck buddies? I like that phrase

Because it makes me feel as if we’re friends

But wee are not friends,

Not really

I’d never call you boyfriend.

We’re not teenagers in high school

I think I’ll just call you by your name

Since it has become my favorite word.