Vestigial Notes

They're like ladies waiting for me,
smiling at the thought of how I would touch them gently in my hands,
and of how I would kiss them, hot, under the sun.

I would use my bare hands to shape their beds into soft cottons of loam soil
–in their cradle I would lay them and smile at them while bearing the
three precious words in my lips.

I would tickle their leaves as if it's where their most sensitive parts.
Like hairs, I would pluck the old ones gently, one by one and let them
twist in ecstatic pain. I am their knight, their hero.

I would tell them that they are the ladies and princesses of my life.
I would sing to them like in old stories of angels and heaven.
I would strengthen them with my voice, and make their hearts beat faster.
I would breathe to them love, and I would let them sense the
warmness of my whispers.

Being together, silently, I would embrace them and lay with them in
bed as the rain muds our soaked bodies and wet lips.
I would run my fingertips in their bodies and would tell them that
we would all grow together, forever.

[Repeat: Forever]

They aren't concubines,
I would ensure them.
They're my love ones. They're my wives.

Because when I'm with them, I love.
And when I love, I grow.