There's the strangest
Frailty
Purity
To the way we are now
You are 2 letters short
Of saying the words
I want to hear.

We're a thing.
Not
Together,
But admittedly
Not
Apart
And as we sit
Curled sweetgently
On the sofa
I feel your lips
Your teeth
At my neck
Ear
Cheek
Dancing on and off my skin
Twittering, fluttering
Like the way small birds mate
Intricate patterns
For instants of contact
And I want to kiss you
In exactly the way
I want to love you
Long, hard, with
Love permeating every
Fragment
That will resurface
After passion is spent and
The radiating post-pleasure and closeness
Descends.

We're not dating
But we're kissing
And you act
Like you could be my girlfriend
My coat keeping you warm
When you need it but then
You take it.
I think I wouldn't care
If you were really a woman
Because I am in love
With your soul,
Because, despite every stitch of perfection you possess,
That is the most beautiful part of you.