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Riley OKeefe Nov 2016
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I fell in love with the morning, how you stumbled out of bed when you first woke up, and how your eyes groaned with exhaustion.
The way your hands grasped my hips while your lips stole the ending of my sentences. Every day with you felt like a month of Sunday mornings with white bed sheets and lazy smiles.

The walk home from your room made me remember what Monday mornings feel like.

Somewhere between falling in love with our midnight conversations that were interrupted by soft kisses and pokes in the ribs, and reading the love notes you wrote on my skin.
I realized,
I am in love with the presence of your words and the feel of your existence.

I am in love with you.
Riley OKeefe Nov 2016
I watch the sun rise and I watch it set

beautifully at rest

I watch the dark clouds set over me

I watch the moon light upon me 

I count the stars above me 
gazing at the beauty that lays in front of me

I look over by my side and see you next to me

and I realize 

I love you more than the stars that shine through my eyes
I love you more than the moonrise 

I love you more than the sun that lights up my day 

I love you more each day
Riley OKeefe Oct 2016
I want to know
about every time you've felt invincible and why.
compare and contrast who you are and who you wish
you were. tell me,
what does the voice in your head sound like
and could I meet him sometime?
I want to hear your thesis statements
when you're afraid to tell anyone else
and I want to read your body,
paragraphs. to understand your figure,
figurative language.
to borrow your hands
in writing a haiku, because my ten fingers
can only count syllables into the second line.
let me add you to the list
of times you felt invincible,
until you can't count how many times you've felt so strong
with your fingers toes or freckles.
Riley OKeefe Oct 2016
and
when the tiny
plane landed
it sounded
like my camera rewinding

i thought,
this is a
perfect picture.
Riley OKeefe Oct 2016
I find your mother
in every ******* person I see son.

her smell and skin and eyes and bones.

every single face is perfumed with her laughter.
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