When we first met, we barley saw each other We were in a space where it was so easy to look over the other Where boxes blocked our view of the other's perfection & the world around us caused static in channel only we belonged on.
As time went on, you began to annoy me. Annoy me to points beyond belief but from you, it was allowed. You made sure I smiled at your antics and I made sure to keep them in my heart. You saw my face painted to be another person but you saw me for my true form and began to play for me.
If over 90% of human interaction is non-verbal, you're eyes are louder than anyone's I've ever heard. Your eyelashes hit your water line harder than my pencil brush Your lip hits the guillotine of your perfect top row every single time our bodies are within ten feet... you're good to me. I can hear the sounds of an acoustic guitar coming form your chest I see the reflection of violin strings in your lenses The wind chimes grow from your scalp and sound perfect no matter how many time you cut them off and I can't get enough.
I want to hand you the key to my soul so you can know the truth So you can find out that my ventricles play the piano while my veins strum cello strings. My mind calls for the bongos while my feet bleed for salsa.
I want to dance. I want to dance to the songs that you'll play for me. The ones that only you and I will ever hear in the confines of our own studio where the walls are far from soundproof but it will never matter.