just certain ways the sun catches your eyes

they shine their own gold and hazel lights

and the way the darkness emphasizes your warmth

smoke on your tongue and a bass drum heart

your hair’s grown longer than mine

and my fingers weave through it in waves

bringing you to the shores of sleep

you’re beautiful in my arms

in my eyes

kisses in my sleep

I haven’t felt so alive

and yet so consistently comfortable at the same time

your scarred knuckles and your strong hands hold me

gently

and I never believed in angels

I still don’t

but if you grew wings I'd have to change my mind