6.
I was wearing my beetlejuice underwear.

5.
It happened.
I was a fool to think it wouldn’t.
Our lips touched.
So softly it could have been written off as an accident.
So light, so airy, so pure, so simple.
It happened so slowly and then all at once.
It’s all happening so slowly.
I love that.
“What did you think of our New Year’s kiss?”
How could I be honest?
How could I tell you the exactly three tiny lip kisses we shared today made my heart leap?
I think you’ve stuck and trapped me forever.
I can’t tell you how badly I want you.
I still feel your arm around my thigh.
My muscle memory clings to you. Wherever you touch, I blush.
My blood tries to leave my body, to touch you, to engulf you.
Every time you kiss my chest, I know you feel my heart race.

4.
Your love reaches me.
I know you feel how I feel.
Splayed o’er me, trapping me, pulling my arms above my head.
Holding me exactly where you want me to be, I feel safe.
It excites me beyond belief to feel as if it really is possible.
Your sporadic kisses became more frequent, closer to my mouth.
I keep expecting to be surprised.
I know you wouldn’t [kiss me] without asking, but I know you’d never ask.
I readjust and your innate fear of my leaving must be combatted.
Your body weight keeps me where I am, keeps me in your arms.
I wanted so badly for you to be mine.
I hadn’t considered what it meant to be yours.
I no longer want to have for me, I want to be for you.

3.
I want to buy you things.
I want to buy you everything.
If I could, I would buy you.
I would buy you, just to give you to yourself.

2.
Chewing with your mouth open, talking all the while.
I couldn’t help put purse my lips.
The way your hair frames your face, you look small.
I’ll put you in my pocket, I’ll get small too, and I’ll crawl into your mouth.
There’s this true form of love.
I can see it in the very light creases of your neck.
There’s a cold mountain range on the back of your hand.
I’d spend the night in a tent between the peaks of your knuckles.

1.
Today started with my lips on yours.
I knew it would.
I tried not to be impatient, I tried not to anticipate it.

I tried not to love it as much as I did.
Yesterday, your face changed.
My eyes began to see through you.
Your loveliness spilled out of your eyes and trickled down your face.
You transformed from what I knew to who you are.
I almost wish that it were hard to love you.