Every time I sit down to write a poem about you
I end up writing the same three words,
Over and over,
I love you I love you I love you
Please,
Take away my pen, and let me write with my lips
Let me know, where I can tattoo my kiss
Note: the absence of a sweater, and the presence of a smile
How do you make it so easy to love you?
No one's ever brushed my hair or brushed across my skin so soft
I'd like it if you keep touching me forever
You are: warm and safe
You are the space
Between my fingertips
Could I become the space between yours? (That means: hold my hand)
And I guess there isn't really a poem here,
There is only you
And everything you've ever said to me
Keeping me warm
There is only, feeling wanted and adored
And wanting
And wanting
I love you.
P.S.
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