The word “supine” entices me to write
Of how I want you, lying by my side
Romantically, I feel the word invite
My heart to let my feelings be my guide
I only want to choose the words you want
For comfort in your posture, and your mind
It’s more than just a rule I’d never flaunt!
It tops the list of all that I’ve defined
Regardless of the rules, I want your heart
It feels as if it beats in synch with mine
I’ll take it slow while we are still apart
But girl, I want you near me, and supine
It isn’t crass; it’s more than how I feel
With you it’s not a word, it’s something real.