You are lying here next to me
telling me you’re no good at giving compliments
but even worse at taking them
But here is the thing
the thousands of words
that could potentially come out of your mouth in an attempt to flatter
will stand no chance against your uninhibited actions
If you like my eyes
I will know when you graze your finger over my eyelashes and across my brow
staring into them like they are the source to your happiness that you want to unlock
If you like my hair
I will know when you run your strong hands through it
over and over
If you like my lips
I’ll know when you skim your thumb across them
stopping at the corners as though they are the end all be all
only to swipe right back across like a pendulum
not able to quite come to a complete stop
And if you like me
I’ll know when you grab my head in your hand while I’m speaking
and just hold it
hanging on my every word
your expression changing with each new syllable
and when I finish, still holding it there
studying me, and smiling
So don’t wrap me in obligated words
wrap me in your undisguised acts of admiration
because those, those are the raw you