The First of Many Poems for You

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.