touch
your touch is electric and when your hands move against mine,
slowly and naturally, with me never realizing what you had done
my skin burns and my heart almost skips a beat but it doesn't,
because it feels sacred and normal and it feels like home
eyes
your eyes smile before your lips do and your eyelashes flutter,
and the look you give me when this mystical happenstance occurs
makes me want to know you like my old childhood playground
and write your biographies with footnotes that only you would appreciate
hair
your hair twirls around your face, your laughs feels like a warm embrace
brown, shiny strands swaying from side to side,
as i sit behind you, staring at the back of your head,
just settling as the person who watches you from afar,
while others pursue you instead
you
just the thought of you with someone else makes me die a little inside,
and you wouldn't know how i felt since i lock it in my mind,
hearing your philosophical words, loving your mind actually hurts worse
i wonder what you'd think about me now, and whenever you leave,
i hang on to every last reminder that you were in my life,
looking for clues of your secret love in magazine guides,
wishing for snow on a hopeless Christmas, swearing on the bright lights,
you are like a fire on a dark night
i want you, i want you, i want you, all the time.
