Somehow, I’m not yours
you’re the only thing you own
or at least not the only thing that’s yours.

I can tell you love me from the way you twist my hair around your fingers
bore your eyes into my smile
and touch me around others, when you never dared before
and absence
of prior barriers

I am rhapsodic
and complimenting friends feels awfully droll
but I could speak about you forever and never tire of it
Would you ever tire of me
with someone else swimming in your sea
or might you stay twined underneath my veins for as long as I
want you to be?

I would **** to be in any other place but this happiest girl
sip coffee and dance forever
I’d write the greatest song on earth - though I hate melody - to keep you.