she reminds me
of
sleeping
with the windows open

she sounds like
pressing a shell
against your ear

she looks like sunflowers
and summersaults
and mowed grass
and picnic blankets

and

she shows me I don't always have to finish my sentences.

she tastes like pulp free orange juice
feels like the sand in between my toes
looks like a postcard summer
holds me with the kind of hands you never forget
holding

she
she watches as I tap my feet to the floor
three times
close the door
three times
kiss her cheek
three times

and

she shows me what it's like to live in a world where unfinished is beautiful and
necessary
and
I try to find the words to explain to her
how I feel
when she rubs her thumb on my palm
and
how I feel
when she holds my waist
and
how I feel
when I hear her
even for a second

and;