Enigma

she tells me
I touch her
with my words

I say

there are
better ways

                       she laughs
                       I love how

                       like she
                       has been
                       for me

                       waiting

we kiss,
sometimes
not even words

that is life

with her
without

                       so high
                       from snorting
                       the lines

                       of her
                       poems

                       I think