you
always have a way
with words
how you Knot and weave them
into a golden blanket
of reassurance and mellow
and i guess
that’s why you’re so tall
reachIng up to heaven
for a piece of happineSs
and angel like Splendour.
an all faMiliar face
that, every timE,
begs to say
“we’re in the here And in the now.”
nothinG else
could ever matter
not ‘morrow,
not even ten minutes ago.
“we’re in the here And in the now.”
i love how my face
fits so well In your neck
i love how i fall asleep
to the rhythm of
your heartbeat
to be held so sNugly
like an esteemed trophy;
i wish that i could take
a polaroid of us.