May I ask you to leave my head,

and attempt to discover my mouth instead.

Your silences drown out all the voices in my head.

Except one.

Yours.

I keep on

falling

in love with you.

And then?

People run in my mind

up the stairs

and

down

again

I would give them directions,

if only they'd ask.

But men

I am told

don't.

I knew it was a joke,

for you laughed

while my tongue found a way into your mouth.

Tell me stories

with happy endings and no twist in the tale,

A story,

where you tell the story, and the story doesn't tell you

what to do or how.

Tell me stories

of that kiss that didn't turn sour,

of the fingers on the neck that moved soft

A story that

let you do what you wanted to.