Your smile sparkles like the stars and galaxies in the night sky,
You bite the end of your pen
and attempt to concentrate on your homework,
but your hair falls down over the right side of your vision.
So you push it out of the way and sneak a glance in my direction,
then quickly back at the computer sitting on your lap,
and the reflection of the screen lights up the
somewhat-tired-sleepy-wish-I-didn’t-have-to-do-this-homework-­so-we-could-just-make-out
expression on your face.
Breathing becomes more shallow
as you catch my not-so-subtle glance at your neckline,
and I trace the shape of your collarbone
and imagine the soft velvety feel of your skin
underneath the tips of my worn-out-from-writing fingers.
I want to hold you close as we both fall asleep,
and then wake early in the morning to make that
bitter-black-smell-that-lingers first cup of coffee.
I want to mix the taste of our tongues,
mix that black coffee with the milk in your cereal bowl
and taste of the skin on your neck,
as we forget about work and school
and fall back into the nest of sheets on your bed.