Watching the sunlit dust through the shadows of the blinds on the morning after I should have said

How much I love

Your words that walk

Around the path of my heart

And let the true spins web

The spider veins of your

Fingers, splayed across your 

Face, your eyes a tiny hidden

Smile behind the forefinger

Or the middle finger that both

Offends and invites me

To an admittedly imagined 

Space that allows me to say

I love you, with a specific

Punctuation on the love

We might have been 

When we woke up this morning

And dreamed hello.