I adore every little thing about you…
Especially your smile, the quirky way you laugh
Your hands compared to mine,
Their sizes, shapes, the lines that swim beneath our palms-
The way you hold me like I’m meant to fit in your arms,
Safe, comforting and timid all at once.
I can hear your breath running down my neck,
Whispering words, nervous to utter-
Afraid to conceal.
Like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
Like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I could be a dirty little secret-
I could be so much more.
“Stop being afraid,” I tell myself.
Pain comes with this. Uncertainty, indecision.
We won’t know if we don’t try.
