My breath catches in my throat as you open the doors to the balcony, peering down at me with curious eyes.

Your hair is brushed soft, let out from its usual braid and swept to the side. The moonlight illuminates your face, reflecting like you’re made of the loveliest marble. Your shirt looks soft, a little worn, with a small hole in the shoulder and slipping down the slightest bit.

Our eyes meet, and you smile gently. My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest.

“Hi,” you greet me, and there’s something fond in the way you say it. I’m pretty sure I woke you, but it doesn’t seem like you mind. Maybe you’re even happy to see me, if I’m bold enough to suggest so.
I don’t realize I’m staring for a moment. I think I stopped breathing when I saw you. But thankfully, I’m able to at least work my tongue, and I clear my throat before I speak. “Hey.”

Maybe I looked funny when I spoke, or maybe you just realized I had a stick in my hair from climbing through the trees to reach your balcony. But you laugh, and I feel the rest of my thoughts fizzle out in favor of my brain activating whatever part of it is dedicated to processing all the love I have for you.

Climbing stone walls is hard, and it’s even harder with a heavy bag slung around your shoulders. But I find that as you help me climb over and hold my hands so softly in your own, giggling at me losing my balance, I would climb a thousand of those dumb things just to see you in all your heart-stopping beauty.

The air feels cold again
Like it did when we walked across the curved crossroad leaving winding footprints buried in the snow

When the earth seemed to be peeling off her color folding the summer back into her suitcase

When I think about the future with you I smile about the little things
I think about the late nights on the couch, eating leftover Chinese food and laughing until we cry
I think about the days at the pool, putting sunscreen on your back, and finding your sunglasses for you because you misplace everything
I think about the sunny afternoons, exhausted from the work day, and you're pouring me a drink and telling me you're so ******* proud of me

I drink the poetry
that flows from your mind
like rivers of honey.
So sweet are your thoughts
and so pure is your soul.

We danced with the trees-
our souls and nature as one-
it was just a dream

3:45 PM
14/8/21

I hear your voice and
I hear poetry, music
and everything nice

6:11 PM
9/8/21

You have the only
hand that does not feel foreign
between my fingers

3:40 PM
7/8/21

Night changes nothing
when she's as beautiful during the honest hue of the day as she is to me bathed in moonlight