i’ve memorized the way your hands
feel when they’ve been holding mine
so tightly your rings leave red marks
in between my fingers

i know what your sheets smell like
and the way they feel on my bare skin
with your skin pressed against mine
for our few moments of solitude

i can feel your legs
intertwined with mine
when it’s the middle of the night
and i’m too cold to pull away

i know how your voice is going to sound
and the pitch it’s going to take
before you can even muster a response
to something i’ve said

*i’m in love with you
and i’m okay with that