One Word

by Carmen Taggart

One word, he described me with one word?
Really, just one!
What is it?
Is it persistent?
Is it crazy?
Is it complicated?
No, none of those?
Come on, what could it be?
What could it be?

I look in your eyes to divine the word.
Certain I can read it if I stop to look closely.
Surprised.
All curiosity drains away.
I see that I don’t need to know.
No, I don’t want to know.

I see that what I want to know is your word.
I want the word you would use for me.
I find it waiting on your lips,
a gift as you kiss me.