This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is “playful,” so I decided to try a bit of poetry. I’m rusty, to say the least. But here’s a bit of “playing with words.”

Like You

What if I (stopped/started)
kissing you
right beneath your earlobe,
in that shadowy
place where you
forget to shave
sometimes?

Would you be okay with that?

If I (forgot/memorized) the smell
of your
aftershave?

If I let the heat
of your skin
in my memory
(go cold)?

Even though
you see
my eyes (avoiding/tracing)
the line
of your jaw,

you say
(nothing/everything).

You watch me look (away)
and let me
sit in
silence,
mulling over
your chin
and the edge of
my tea cup.

There is so
much (discordant/fervent) music
between the notes
of a (silent) conversation
between (old/new) lovers.

So much I’m not
ready to (keep/lose).

Stay by my side
until the sun (sets/rises)–
I am (afraid/hopeful)
to see it (go/come)…

like you.