From your mind, and your lips, and your hands, and your breath
Vines that wrap themselves in between your ribs find their way through the floor boards
Trying to trip my already clumsy feet, to knock me over, to confine and consume me
To claim me, as if you haven't done that already
With you I recall September evenings, with almost kisses on park benches
Early December mornings, with wet hair and chattering teeth. Walking in minus degree weather if it meant getting to a place where you'd be
April afternoons with aimless driving and conversations about absolutely nothing yet particularly everything all at the same time
I recall sweet July dreams, the mumbling of your name, and how it became the perfect synonym for love for the very first time
Long paragraphs, curious minds, the soft humming of your favorite songs, and how whether it was taming fire or thawing ice; your hands were always the perfect temperature
My mind has been racing for a while and the vines have tied so tightly by now, my heart starts to beat within them
The flower petals laugh
Their pollen dances around me
Their stems find their way to my lips and stitch them shut
Not that I have anything to say
You always leave me speechless anyway