I have intentions
I admit it
I plan to surround you with soft piano music
some lavender and then perhaps
a glass of wine
When you move toward relaxed,
stretched out on the couch,
as a cat in a windowsill
I will whisper in your ear:
I will trace your ribcage
rough edges above smooth hips
hard fencing around a fragile heart
I won't take all of you
just your held
breath