I wish my poetry
Was half as good
As the way you write novels
Down my spine with your
fingertips

The butterflies’ locomote about in my stomach
I try to calm them but they insist to see you

They get so overwhelmed at the sound of your name
I tell them to hush
But they never comply


If you listen closely
When my heart skips
You can hear them flutter

They crave your presence in order to contain composure
When you’re holding me they are tranquil
But make any sudden movements and you might awake them
For some reason you’re the only person that can kindle them


I’ve never actually seen them
But I know they are there

They yearn for you

They make me a little nauseous sometimes
But it’s a wonderful thing
And I hope they never leave


Because as long as they stay
I know I’ll always love you

The morning after
A collection of sunrises
Sit on my collarbones
Heavy with color
Traces of love that stained my soul
But are so strong they permeated my skin

I wish I could write a poem
That snuck into your skin
Or sunk into your pores
And touched the parts
Of you that you
Didn’t know existed

I want to fall asleep with you
Tangled legs
And close enough
To only breathe each other


I want to wake up with you
Sheets kicked
To the bottom of the bed
And nuzzling your heart

Sun speckled skin
Sits next to me
Passenger seat kisses
And subtle glances
At every red light

Love hangs between us
Like dice on the mirror

I hope your toes only curl for the perfect person
And you stop driving up a storm within yourself
Every time you hear to word love

I hope you look up at the clouds
And see everything I know you wanted me to say
But I couldn’t bring myself to tell you

I hope you never forget
The way I smiled when I was with you
And the way you smiled when you were with me

I hope you still walk so that your feet
Kiss the ground with every step you take
And you still giggle
Every time you’re blinded by the sun