my dear,
you are in the way i smile.
and i, in turn, am there in your
uneven eyelids, and in the forgiving
curves of your jaw, and in the same
unruly curls hanging low against
your forehead
where i kiss you good morning
your left hand in mine.
my darling,
you are in the way i laugh.
a breeze tickles my nose as i adore
the lingering gazes of contented longing.
each second spent is full of you
and the smell of lush grass
and your whispered love.
i seep memoirs of falling
in love with you.
my love,
you are in the way i kiss.
a tender hand embraces my hair
even while you kiss me goodnight,
i smile, watching you walk away,
for in this moment, i know my heart
is complete without you,
and yours without me.
and yet, your knowing choice to
actively love me gently is enough.
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AN ESCAPIST'S REPRESSED DESIRE | poetry
Poetryhe said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones
