I Counted My Fingers On Both Hands Poem by Mark Heathcote

I counted my fingers on both hands
Asked if I could do long-division with you
With your sweets and chocolates
And rekindle the flame I had for you.

I counted your toes with my index finger
And after that, I kissed you all over…
I counted your ears, your slender nose
And kissed you all over…

I kissed the nape of your neck to the shoulder
I kissed you so many times - I lost count
And then I started all over again
From the top of your forehead

To your thighs stretched out trembling over me
In a circling circumference
The diameter of which widens - says
Shoot me with a cupid's arrow, follow this compass.

Oh, I count the hours and the days
And like a preacher, I pray
Your love to keep me every day
Yeah, every moment that reluctantly comes my way.

I counted my fingers on both hands
And fall in love deeper with you
I counted your toes with my index finger
And now I'm a believer love compute's you love me too.