You

You make me

Close my eyes

Tilt back my head

And let the laughter

Spill out of my mouth

You make my

Arms ache and

Tense with the need

To reach for you

To become one half

Of a whole

You make me

Listen to old songs

And feel the words

Like I’m hearing them

For the first time

You make me

Choreograph intricate

Ballroom dances

In the kitchen

My socks gliding

Against the hardwood

You make my

Fingertips tremor

Just centimeters from

Your lips

Pink and soft and

Kissing me and

You make me

Love the lazy

Ceiling fan ticking away

Above my head

Love the sun

When it pierces my eyes

As I try to look up

Into yours

Love the breaths

In between words

Love the silence

Love the sneaking

In hallways

In living rooms

In secret

Sneaking gentle

Touches, you against me

Us together

Painting each others’

Skin with red

You make me

Love the life

I resented

You make me

Grateful that each

Hardship lead to you

You make me

Happy with the simplicity

Of smiles, of closing my eyes

Tilting my head back

And letting the laughter

Spill out of my mouth

Most of all

You make me yours

 

-AcuteAnimosity