When you smile, I see love
I feel it when you move your chest.
Up and down, it entrances my own breathing.
Sends me into a world of bursting passion.
I remember the exact tone of your voice,
When you say my name every morning.
And I remember your coffee.
Red cup, two sips every 7 ½ minutes.
Sometimes I envision being that coffee,
I imagine sliding down your throat,
Soothing your organs until your sweet blood
Carries me to warm your heart.
When you laugh I see a city made of gold,
Or a patch of sunlight sneaking through closed blinds.
One day maybe we can take it to the next level.
One day, when you are no longer grading my papers
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
When you smile, I see love
I feel it when you move your chest.
Up and down, it entrances my own breathing.
Sends me into a world of bursting passion.
I remember the exact tone of your voice,
When you say my name every morning.
And I remember your coffee.
Red cup, two sips every 7 ½ minutes.
Sometimes I envision being that coffee,
I imagine sliding down your throat,
Soothing your organs until your sweet blood
Carries me to warm your heart.
When you laugh I see a city made of gold,
Or a patch of sunlight sneaking through closed blinds.
One day maybe we can take it to the next level.
One day, when you are no longer grading my papers
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