Visceral

I will pamper you
with breakfast
on the bed,
red roses,
and the finest chocolate.
 
Will you treat me
with pillow talk,
warm hugs,
and wet kisses?
 
I will go down on you,
paint your toenails,
chase you breathless
on the warm sands
and crescendoes.
 
Will you give me
one more chance
when my hands tremble
to hold a cup of tea?
 
I will still trace a smiley
on a misted mirror
after your hot shower
on a late winter afternoon.
 
Will you listen
to the ticking of my clock,
and the violence of my words
that became poetry?