Josh, your touch
- is water running down my arms.
- is pansies in winter.
- reminds me of my bold childhood curiosity about bugs, frogs, and tiny blue-tail lizards.
- is like a wrapped journal that I stealthily open at Barnes to check the quality of the paper--and I find it perfect.
- is more addictive than Whisps, the cheese-turned-cracker I'm currently crazy about.
- is all the blankets in the house.
- is all the unlit candles we own--alight.
- is every time you make me laugh. And every time we go back and forth like a comedy duo.
- is someone loving a movie I love.
- is lace that doesn't itch.
- is purple paper that can become anything.
- keeps me alive.
- is the moment when a tornado warning is canceled.
- is multiple sets of matching pajamas.
- is the release date for a book I pre-ordered.
- is a black moto jacket with a scatter of white stars.
- is the cinnamon tea that lights up our cabinets with its scent.
- calls me by my secret names, including some I don't know.
- is the Secret Garden to my sickly Colin.
- is my hair turning red.
- is a tiny light-up Christmas village.
- is glasses without smudges--clear and sharp.
- is the heating pad that comforts me enough, so I can fall asleep.
- is black metal and rhinestone jewelry.
- is you, belonging to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment