there you are - thumbing a ride with happiness, extracting love from the sequins that complicate her heart's design, stitching them between your eyes so you can peer beneath her sea's depths categorizing feelings before she navigates them for herself
your momentous swelling hovering inside each breath tickling the insteps of secrets stashed behind a cracked staircase whisperings starched under steadfast lips that smile to contain you, refrain you from getting too close from learning everything there is to know about her love
Why is being vulnerable so exhilarating and frightening when we love?