How else to express it
in a gift. Chocolates, it had to be.
I imagine you devouring every one
while wallowing in me.
So what if you nibble on one
and you give the rest to your kid brother.
It was the closest
to intimacy I could find.
Fruit filling in lieu of feeling.
Almonds to replicate the healing of touch.
And the sweetness of it all,
a tongue to savor
the rapture of two lovers in the dark.
All of it in a heart-shaped box.
From me to you, emblazoned with
the word of the day... "Sampler."