Words Will Never Do Him Justice
by Hannah White
I’ll give it a shot
At describing you in the most poetic way
My fear here is that I won’t do you justice
That I will get caught in overused metaphors for your eyes
How the color reminds me of some beautiful natural thing
Or how your lips take the breath from between mine
And there’s no sufficient way to describe the slant of your chin
Or the uneven ridges of the bridge of your nose
Your body is not one most poets write about
I’ll admit it’s not the chiseled stone of a statue
Your hands cannot crush mountains
And your shoulders could not hold the world
But your embrace is the safest place I know
Your hands are strong enough to steady
And soft enough to hold my face in that gentle way
And while you do not hold poetry on your tongue
Or recite resounding quotes of the greats
You also do not spin false stories in my ears
Never dip your tongue in poison before you ravish me
With well-spoken, half-hearted, arm-twisted
do-not-look-deeper-than-these-words apologies
You are candid and clear
And your words hold only the promise
Of what you are sure you can promise
My dear
I cannot write about you like the greats
I will not offend you by masking the true beauty of your physique
And the metaphors I know would never capture
The stories I find in the planes of your face
But I can climb those mountains with you
And explore the world through your eyes
~ I can love you in ways words will never do justice