You are five feet tall.
But you don’t feel that small
when you are in my arms.
My chin can rest perfectly on the top of your head
and my arm fits right beneath your curves when you lay next to me in bed.
You like your coffee with two half & halves and two equals.
Or if it’s french vanilla creamer you can skip the extra sweetener.
Sometimes your eyes are brown.
Sometimes they’re almost black with passion.
Sometimes I can barely see your pupils.
Sometimes you catch my gaze with yours and I forget how to function.
You asked me which freckle on you was my favorite,
and it’s the one on your left cheek, below your eye.
Sometimes it gets caught up in your dimple
when you smile really wide.
You like cheeseburgers.
And that’s how I eat mine, now.
You love A Tale of Two Cities
and the color burnt orange
and my hand around the
back of your neck.
I know the secret places, that you like to be touched.
You know how to set fire to my bones
and turn me into dust.
You asked for my secrets
and told me yours.
You were worried because you thought I’d be scared
but I just keep ending up loving you more.
There’s a warmth
and it’s burning up my soul.
It is liquid sunlight in my veins
and you’re covered up in gold.
You’re my beautiful girl."