That smile.
That damn smile.
The smile that can take my pain away within an instant.
One look, and I was mesmerized,
That was all it took.
One single godforsaken look.
And I was trapped in your gaze.
Negating me from any other thought but you.
Was it love?
Was it fear?
I don’t think I’ll ever know.
You are like rain on a sunny day.
Somber to some,
But not to me.
The feeling of warmth, ever so slowly brushing against my skin.
The way your hips sway when you walk up the stairs.
The way your shirt rides up when you stretch.
The way you defend the people you love.
The way you ball your fist when you’re tired.
The way you wiggle your eyebrows when you sing.
The way your eyes scrunch when you laugh.
Oh that laugh.
It’s just contagious.
It fills the room with so much joy.
The way you speak,
Ever so eloquently.
I never thought you could occupy so much of me.
Subsequently, and ever so slightly digging into my veins.
The smell of your black knit sweater.
It felt like a home.
I never thought home was a person,
But a place.
Well I guess I was wrong.
You are a distant memory,
Yet you still are with me completely.
When you whisper my name,
You take the words out of my mouth,
Before I even begin to speak.
You are the smell of warm sheets,
Fresh out of the dryer.
The feeling of water.
So gentle but never weak.
You are a shade of red that I have never felt.
The feeling of your breath on my face.
Your hands in mine.
The way those blue eyes just glow.
Like oceans that just blow over.
The stories your eyes tell.
Small pools of fluorescent bright turquoise light.
Loving you is like a montage at the end of a stereotypical teen rom-com.
Cheesy as hell, I know.
But it’s different.
It’s easy to forget about the world.
Easy to not think about the responsibilities.
It all washes away.
Time is unknown with you.
Time is a theory.
Not a reality.
You make me feel like how Alison Bechdel was with Joan.
Or how k.d. Lang was in Constant Craving.
It’s a new feeling,
Unlike anything else,
Anyone else.
It can’t always be explained with words.
But it can with that smile.
ohhhhSmiles!
smiles are very readable sexy flirting if her eyes smile with her lips
otherwise no smiling eyes? RUN Depart quickly, buy flowers.
nicely written!
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Hang on to Her with both
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