Random poetry

I want to write love on your skin.
I want to cover your body
with words the way
clothes do.

I want to write
poetries on your belly,
trace the letter Y
in script
around your belly button.

I want to stain your legs
with indigo ink,
forming words that profess
my feelings.

I want your body to carry
the story of how we met-
the awkward silences,
the lovestruck stares,
the laughter
and the resignation
in realizing
we're stuck with each other
and it isn't all that bad.

I want to look at your fingers,
toes and knees
and know
just how much I love you.