Your touch is a good mean to me.
The mean that says
I will change my ****** expression when I see you.
Mischief abides at the corners of your lips.
As it resides in the front of mine.
Our eyebrows dance, and we haven’t seen mistletoe.
Just each other.
So when we hug
Our arms form in the shape of a smile
And my insides
Reveal on the outside with the flow of life that I’m happy to see you.
And its not just that my pants are pointing at you.