I never really knew
what love was
until I met someone
whose love for me
spilled endlessly from
every crack and crevice
of his body

Now my love for you
flows from the strands
of my delicate hair to
the tips of my toes

and I can't help
but want to spend
every second
of every day
with you

(a.l.m)

I left scratches on his skin
and clawed at his flesh
simply because I couldn't
take it anymore.

I had to touch him,
feel him, breathe him in
to know it was real,
that I wasn't just dreaming
up a fantasy
that could be crushed
with the touch
of a fingertip.

(a.l.m)

I caught myself staring
at your braid today, sneaking
glances at you whenever
I had the chance.
I noticed things about you,
things I've grown to love,
like your gauges (you
alternate colors each day,
green or orange),
your lip piercing, your
tomboyish walk, bright
green bookbag.
The way you moved,
the way your lips fell into
a smile, the way your arms
and legs and body moved --
it was all so wonderful.
Almost like magic.

I don't know what it is
about you, but something
intrigues me, makes me
want to know you.
And I won't stop
until that is what
I have achieved.

(a.l.m.)