The sleep in your crescents

Like the dried flowers that lay beside my bed

The way I slip into your body

Parts of your anatomy where I rest my head 

 

Something so new, I grasp delicately

As for any sharp turn

For any bump, hit, or obstacle,

There will be nothing left to yearn

 

I read your deep, blue eyes

Like a creased shopping list

With a while it may still take, 

To fully understand your gist 

 

But one thing is for certain, 

Although it may take a lot for one to say 

You light up a missing part of myself, 

Every single day