I Will Write That Poem
When you light the fire you empty the cold out of that glass of yours. Cinnamon rum mixed and on ice that is melted into the amber. I caught your eye...didn't I? You gloss my lips, and curl into my woody vanilla perfume on a rainy evening. I know there is a book somewhere that has an empty page. I know that I will one day I will write a poem to fill it for you.
The rain hits the window in morse code.
What did it say?