A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.
You’re an Iron & Wine song. You’re a Sofia Coppola movie. You’re what Charles Bukowski will be proud of and what Sylvia Plath will write about. When a flash of light passes by, that’s you. You’re light.
You really are.
Don’t even begin to deny it,
I think the freckles that spill over your nose
Like a galaxy of stars
Are the most splendid things in the world.
Your lips are like rose petals,
And when they spread into a smile
I swear the whole world stops,
Just to see that gorgeous grin of yours.
Your skin is a road map,
Painted with imperfections
That I would gladly spend my days
Tracing my fingers over,
Admiring each and every one.
You are a flower,
But you will never bloom
If you don’t have the ability
To spread your rose petal lips
And dance in the breeze.
You must sing with the trees
And fly with the birds,
And I promise you-
Everything will be okay.
You’re beautiful, don’t ever forget that.
In the end I want it to be you.