poetry like drops of water,
is tumbling off my fingers,
whimsical and sugar-sweet, and all because of you.
poetry for
your lips in my hair,
the teasing snarl you make when you gnaw at my ear,
poetry for your hand squeezing mine.
if i could sing, i would sing it,
the way you love me.
i'm writing poetry for your arms around my waist
or slung across my shoulders.
i'm writing poetry for the stars in your eyes,
for the smell of you on my clothes,
for your laughter.
i'm writing poetry for the things you make me feel:
for the want and the wonder,
for the luckiness, the love.
i'm writing poetry for your tongue in my teeth and your heart in my hands.
i'm writing poetry for you knowing me to my core,
and i'm writing poetry because you're my best friend.
i'm writing poetry for the **** and the silly,
i'm writing poetry for the laughter and the light.
i'm writing poetry for us,
and i'm not going to stop.
i'm writing poetry for whispered sweetness and shouted teasing,
i'm writing poetry for hooked fingers and muffled laughter.
i'm writing poetry for hearing your heartbeat,
i'm writing poetry for swinging our hands like summer's already come.
i'm writing poetry for feeling you,
i'm writing poetry for the scratch of your stubble and the nudge of your nose
on my neck, my face, laughing the whole time.
i'm writing poetry for our taste in music and books
for our sense of humor,
for our stupid love story,
and i'm writing poetry
for you.