I could search the world for something better, but you are my world. You are all of the beautiful places that until now, I’ve only seen in my dreams. Your eyes are gentle blue ponds, hidden within a forest of eyelashes. Intricate cities spread out within the boundaries of your ribcage, powered by the steady beat of your heart. Your hipbones are the far off mountains in the distance, and the deep blue veins beneath your ivory skin are the rivers, always flowing. Every tear is a tidal wave, and every sigh is a storm.
I’ll climb the mountain trails with my fingertips and linger at the top to admire the view, my whole world within my reach. I’ll sail the rivers, tracing each faint vein until it fades into the creamy white of the landscape. I’ll visit every individual city with my lips, kissing every bone softly. I don’t need a map. I’ll get lost and create my own paths, places only I know. I can travel the world, my world, in a single night. Maybe I’ll stay a while. I’ll stop along the way and buy some postcards to send to myself, for something to remember you by if I’m left floating in outer space. As I watch my world get smaller and smaller as it drifts away from me, at least I can know that I was the first and only visitor in those foreign lands.
Sleepy, glassy eyes and never knowing what to say. Breathing in this cold winter air chills me to the bone. I can’t find warmth, even under heavy blankets and heavy air. I can’t help but feel so lost sometimes. I need you to hold me and love me and kiss my forehead, call me beautiful and share your warmth on these grey winter days. My heart is strained, and I don’t know how much longer my tiny hands can hold it up.
Let me count the raindrops on the windows and the freckles on your nose. Let me breathe the salty port air and the smell of morning on the damp grass. And you. Let me breathe you in and become whole.
Let me open the sheer white curtains and the old screen door, and let the warm ocean breeze blow through this little house. Let it find the drafts in the windows and cracks in the roof.
We can walk the forest trails barefoot in the mild summer morning and watch the sunrise from the hill. We can lick dripping cherry popsicles and smell always of sunscreen and sea salt. We can dip our toes in the cool ocean water from the dock and watch the boats come and go.
Let me kiss your collarbone, your shoulders, your neck. Let me fall asleep to the rhythm of your breathing and the warmth of your skin. Let me find my way into your heart. You will hold me close with your big hands and strong arms, and keep me safe and warm.
Hi, I think you’re beautiful. Do you want to run away together? We could sleep in airports and live off caffeine and adventure. With our suitcases in our hands, we could buy tickets for the next flight anywhere and just go. We’d soak in the energy of the fast paced cities, then later set up our tents in the barren fields of the north and stay for a while. We’d explore the caves that are hidden by waterfalls and stargaze from a hammock in the trees. Our love would keep us alive.
I like you. I more-than-like you. Do you want to watch movies and drink tea and cuddle in bed? Our limbs would intertwine underneath the messy sheets as we’d watch love stories much like our own play out on the television screen. You’d play with my hair and I’d whisper in your ear and kiss you softly on your cheek, your nose, your forehead. We’d make the most of those lazy spring mornings and nothing else would matter because we’d be together.
You fascinate me. I want to know your name and your story. We could stay up late on warm summer nights and just talk until the bonfire burns down to nothing. You’d tell me all about your past. I’d figure out your quirks, your talents, your insecurities, the way your mind works. I’d try my best to make you smile and I’d comfort you when you cry and I’d promise to love you with all my heart.
So hi. I know I don’t look like much, but I could be everything you need.