I left you a letter

I left you a letter.
I hope you'll find it upon waking.
I hope you read it aloud in my voice
with my halted punctuation.
I hope you feel the words
as I meant them,
and digest them slowly
gradually
deliberately.
I hope you won’t misunderstand
or mistake my metaphors
for coldness,
please read the prepositions as closely
as the nouns,
do not (even for a second)
believe any sensual phrase
was meant to offend or mystify,
but do (in every second)
read my words
knowing every prose I lay
every simile as sweet
does not compare
to your dark eyes in presence,
your humming so deep,
or your hand so softly ‘neath my head.