he doesn't know it but when i lay in his bed my mind is stringing together adjectives and airy phrases, trying unsuccessfully to pin down the emotions he breathes into me.
he doesn't know it but when i kiss his skin, i imagine my lips peppering his chest neck and arms with ink stains that morph into words like "lover" and "darling".
he doesn't know it but the smile he shares with me under the covers is pressed firmly into the corners of my heart, begging to be immortalized in words.