my eyes close and yours are there, shimmering under beams of dusty sunlight, blue waves shushing your lashes.
i want moments with you.
my heart calls out for sunrises sat on the hoods of our cars and sepia-tinted afternoons on your bedroom floor and goosebumped midnights beneath velvet skies.
i want your sleepy grin, your hair between my fingers. i want your lips on my skin. i want your shuddering breath in my lungs.
i would compose symphonies to the beat of your pulse, if you asked it of me.