Hilton Garden Inn

I looked into those eyes

I felt home,

Ailive.

When your voice leaves your lips,

I wanted to hush them with a-

Kiss.

Invite you to my hotel to write

Gaze at your profile and that perfect jawline,

Trace your hands with a gentle touch,

Confess my love.

But, I pretend I am just a fan.

I await your arrival

Year after year,

Like a loyal dog.

Yet, I know what we have is intimate

Original and special.

How am I supposed to love-

Absolutely anyone?

When you reside in between my eyes.

My brain your home where our escape lies.

You consuming me when I am-

Alone.

Your name carved into my skin like hope

Down to the bone.

xx Erin N. Buckley xx