It’s not that I ask for you by name,
my wish is much more inconspicuous.
I can still feel you wrapped around me
for days on end after we’ve finished.
I keep you as my little secret,
you’re all I can think about today
I remind myself, one day at a time
with this one, it’s an amazing season.
Our sunshine conversations
keep a rush feeling inside
where we can’t wait to do all the stupid things in life.
I love how you don’t mind
if I spin you around
so you can be my dizzy companion.
We can lay in bed when grey skies tiptoe all day long.
I know there’s a whole lot of love to go around,
you never ask for more though,
and I can appreciate that sentiment,
just know I find it easy to be near you.
Nothing is lost or has gone unnoticed,
no, quite the contrary, I can tell you
change is the shameful truth that I regret.
I can’t lose you because
you occupy this blind side in me,
it’s a place where,
I’ll defend you to the death in there.
That night when we shared that thing
that passed between our lips, wow,
you’re were so meticulous.
It was beautiful when you held a hand
under my chin making sure I didn’t spill,
like taking medicine.
I love how you give me attention
everything is so thought out,
from the playlists, to the tiny lights/candles and pretty blankets.
My head got all fucked up, from all that love that went around.
I keep thanking the Gods in prayer,
just as long as I have you
I don’t mind spending all this time expressing
the strange ever changing feeling
that splits off and tingles.
It’s easy watching you
performing these little rituals
because I am the beneficiary.
I hope you won’t mind
if I linger in your bathroom
and watch as you get ready.
I’ll stay and hug the casing of the door,
stare as you apply your soft foundation
to soften the edges.
Erasing your sun-kissed smile,
I wish you wouldn’t cover those wrinkles,
still, I make pouty lips alongside you.
Just as you apply a light shade of lipstick
perhaps to hide the evidence that’s coming,
our future late-night kissing,
a presumption I suppose.
Wow, the transformation of your eyes,
highlighted by a beautiful shade of color.
I swear I turned for just a second,
tiny puffs of powder seem to cap the mood.
there’s a whole lot of love to go around.
I’m still not used to
when you read my mind
in the little notes
You give my mind an image to play with,
I’m buried deep inside your pocket.
I like traveling around with you
listening to all your funny stories,
I know our love is not exactly perfect,
but it’s ours though.