I stare you down, my face merely inches from yours. I watch you intently, not seeing the world around us. I'm in your bubble and you in mine. We can't tear apart. I glance at your lips. They are beautiful. I can't explain them. They gave me the feeling that I feel when I look at the vast starry sky. I stare into your eyes and watch your pupils dilate. They make me feel the way I feel when I sit by a fire with people I love. I look at your simple nose that is oh so perfect. It makes me feel the way I feel when my toes get cold in the snow and then get put on comfy shoes warmed by the heaters. I look at each and every freckle. They all look special. They make me feel the way I feel when I finish a book that has a better ending than none. A book where there is death, fear, sadness, loneliness. But then it ends. And the pain is over, but also just beginning. The feeling that I feel when you caress your hand on my cheek. It is a feeling that is so different. It feels like a soft universe is stopping to pet a small flower that never should have been found. It feels like a vast world has taken over me. Yet it feels so much like home. And I would be lost without you.
Two poems, one day... Wow
~MMM.~
