The way your smile bends
That's poetry
Lazy circles of half asleep fingers
A hazy look
That's poetry

I am ready to fall for you
Chest open
Eyes full
Hands reaching
New love  
Heart racing
Skin tingling
Palms sweating
Love
In my fist sits my soul
Open to you
I wear my feelings inside out
I. Can. Give. You. New. Love.
Please,
Let me give it to you.

I've been saving my fourth of July's for someone.
Saving my sun-soaked, freckled, dry lipped smiles for someone.
Saving all my mistletoe, skin-tingling, late night, snow catching kisses for someone.
Saving my sand covered, popsicle colored, rainy days.
And I'm gonna tell him I haven't been waiting for him, I've only been creating. Creating a world full of stories he can look through.

The faces of all those who have touched me in some way,
flicker being me like ghosts.
"Fate."
I say.
Is what keeps them here.
"Will we meet again?"
Oh, I hope so.
I hope so.

It's good to have mornings back again.

There's something about driving at night,
the way the pavment glows
with florescent light,
the seats behind you
quiet with sleeping bodies.
The soft hum of tire to road.
The moon following you
like a hopeless romantic,
there's something about driving at night