I walk along side him
I stare at the lines
that create his face
his hair...i can fell the softness of it
My nose buried in his neck as he carries me
on his back.
Transfixed by the crease of his mouth
as it kisses my aching thumb
fascinated at his toes tapping my thighs
smiling at his almost childish curiosity
walking with our arms linked together
underneath a Japanese umbrella
drowning in his brown, almost black eyes
counting the freckles on his face
and forearms
breathing in the scent of his jacket lieing on the couch
pushing his hands against my back so the swing sails higher
following me as i leave for the bathroom, wondering why I'm leaving
happy with the rub of his leg against mine as we sit on a tire swing
teasing me about how short i am
amazed at how quickly he shimmies up a tree
then laugh at his question "would i break something if i jumped from here?" then i laugh harder at the next one "i wonder how many monicas' up i am?"
leaning back against him, up and down on the teeter-totter
feeling his heart thumping through his chest in time with mine
his mouth quirking with a smile when he talks about how adorable i am
sitting next to him on the couch, on the grass, on the swing, on a bench, laughing at nothing.
thinking every time I'm with him,
I love you.
