Remember that one night you fell asleep—
my fingers running through your hair?
I wanted that night to last forever,
To be completely encapsulated in that bubble,
"Mmmm…that feels nice"- a throaty murmur,
And your voice was sleepy, croaky,
"Don't fall asleep or I'll ******* **** you"- a playful threat,
"Mmm...'K...I won't…" eyes gently shut, you were already under

Sometimes memories fade yet still remain beautiful,
like colored lights seen through a foggy window

Gazing upon a perfectly peaceful face,
My fingers continued to caress the silky wisps of your hair,
I kissed you right at the hairline--the place where your slight hair is duckling down feathers,
Incredibly fuzzy and inviting,
I let my lips drift

I curled up near to my pillow and felt Something so strong and warm unfurl around me

I think it was Love.

I like your hands because your ******* is the prettiest
I like your eyes because there's a ring of forest green smoke around a pool of olive oil
I like the way your skin smells—
I can't even describe it—
it smells warm and it smells of you
I like your hair because it's layered like down feathers, it dances when you move
I like your feet because you can spread your toes out like a duck's webbed feet
I like your milky skin because you can see the tendrils of blue veins map across your neck and inner wrists
I like the shape of your face
I like your hair because I can't stop touching it
I like those birthmarks on either of your hands that can be connected together
I like how your cheek is soft and doughy
I like the shape of your eyes, the size of your palms
I love your voice, the distinguishable sound, the perfect tambour of your tone I could listen to you speak all night, all day
I like your strong hands and your lean muscular body
I like the way you toss back your head when you laugh sometimes
I like the lull of your heartbeat when my sleepy head is on your chest
You have five fingers on each hand just like me