What do you call this feeling?
being not so entertained by the game,
but your presence
to the point of loving to spend time
with you as you play.

feeding you little candies
(caramel, sour patch kids, mango hi-chews)
while you play

discussing silly things
like which parts of each other
we love
and kissing
and "fight me" fights.

talking and laughing and the usual
"what am I gonna do with you?"
from you to me
and my usual
"marry me? Have kids with me?"

and your new "well, that's a given."

it's all I could want
and more than I've ever asked for.

your eyes are art,
the light in them fills me up,
the warmth in them breathes life into me.

and finally,
I am me
and I am free,
because my freedom was within you
all along.

I love every part of you,
from the messing with your hair,
to the light of your eyes
to my legs with yours,
intertwined.