the last time was when i had the flu on mushrooms.
we were sitting in a circle on the floor of nathans living room.
i was sitting in a swirl of emotion,
**in an endless mosaic ocean!

our moments together after we make love
are the ones i hold dearest- nothing above.
i pay close attention to the way that your hair falls
and i notice how you look at me; how it'll make your breath stall.
the moments before were hot and intense,
but now we lay, naked and passionate.
blue eyes meet blue eyes
you're so ******* beautiful, i think i might cry.
but you give me a smile and a playful shove,
that's why my favourite moments are the ones after we make love.

it's christmas eve and i don't have any money
but i can give you gifts, bits of paper containing poetry.
because these words are all i have to convey
whatever ****** up reasons i might feel this way.
and i don't know if it even matters,
but now that i love you my thoughts aren't so scattered.
i am grateful for my sense and ability to see,
because your beautiful blue eyes move me like the waves of the sea.
so i'll write about it in the form of poetry
and give it to you as a gift on christmas eve