You & Me, Metaphorically
I wanted to tell you that I have scars on the insides of my eyelids
shaped like your smile
so that every time I wake up and open my eyes,
I'm reminded
of my one and only reason for getting out of bed every morning.
I wanted to tell you that I am horrible at exploring anything
unless it involves your body.
Then I'm master of the continents,
captain of the seas,
ready to dive into all your most well-hidden places.
That the back of your neck tastes like a dozen oceans rolled into one
and the juncture between your elbow and hipbone is the only space
I've never been afraid of falling into.
I wanted to tell you that the way you blush makes my day
because every color spreading across your face is more enticing to watch
than any sunset,
no matter how long it lasts.
That you are more than this life has to offer.
I wanted to tell you that
although your heart may have been cracked and spilling once,
like a broken hour glass,
it has never wasted my time.
I have never wanted to put anything else back together so badly.
Your mouth on my neck is the only language
I have ever been fluent in or cared enough about to try pronouncing correctly.
Because finding you was like looking for a needle in a haystack
and anyone who's worth that kinda effort
is sure worth more than anything else.
I wanted to tell you that my breath is yours and always has been.
That you never took it away
because it was with you right from the beginning.
