Life with you

Forgive me ahead of time. Being in love is constantly asking for my attention. Here's my story:

Life with you

Your kisses are better than any new experience

even when you come back from boy's night tasting like beer, sweat and cigarettes

It's kinda like the good stress of holding hands at recess

A snowflake melting on your lashes, I spotted the first day of summer vacation in your eyes

Feels like a first crush without all the awkwardness, shy and uncool as we always will be,

I love it especially when you hold my face in your grubby hands after a full day's work at the shop,

I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world; it's finally stuck after the thousandth time you tried to tell me

I fell out of the bike three times the other day, laughing with leaves and dirt in my hair

Twenty years and I still don't know how to bike

Remember, when we actually had our first real fight?

You took me to the country to meet your family

We wanted to be out of earshot from your parents 'cause we didn't want to seem juvenile to them

But they must know how frustrating it is to fall in love

To wake up one day and realize you can't stop thinking of a new life with a person you just met

Out of a sudden, you heard something rustling in the hay and threw me onto your back

'Cuz you were sure as hell I was going to be attacked by something

It was so abrupt I laughed controllably through my tears

In a big grassy meadow I loved how you kiss me then, capable and sweet as only you can be

Remember when you made me come three times in an hour?

My best friends did tell me, in all sincerity, that I was probably only depressed

that time last year because I stopped getting laid

Mmmm..let's just say you make me a happy woman

The first small talk we had at the pool hall, that one double date we had

The only thing that was more awful than the movie were the seats

But in just two weeks, I was telling you my secrets, pulling you out of your tight shell

And we couldn't stand not to see each other past two days

We were baking cupcakes to Led Zeppelin, or reading and writing together in coffee shops

I made you gelato and introduced you to my old downtown neighborhood, the tea store where I would sneak into at two in the morning after a night of wine and dancing with a girlfriend

Restless, wishing for what I have now with you. This peace, this belonging

At the record store, we named our favorite bands and I learnt to be comfortable to sing to you during our drives, ask you to pass by a village to admire some of the houses you built there

Watch your mouth move as you talk about your passions, sing to me in country songs

Next morning I was bringing you to church to light a candle for my Ma,

I didn't want to freak you out then but I had wanted her to meet you somehow

While mildly apologizing for going home with you only after the third date or something

I spent anxious afternoons teaching you how to cook for your parents

I wake up in the middle of the night from bad dreams and you'd bring me back to reality with kisses,

It's always a contest who would wake up first in the morning to prepare the breakfast-in-bed and coffee

You feed me when I feel faint, calm me down my attacks, listen to all my hard-luck stories

I couldn't ask for more....

In the future, I plan a delicious picnic

A motorcycle ride along the St Lawrence

An August night sleeping at a beach, losing count of shooting stars

Skinnydipping and swimming in your sheets

Jazz nights in my new apartment

A day in the country, a night in the city

As many nights and days as I could have in your arms no matter where I am,

A life with you.

　

　

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the one who gave me hope

Cornflower blue eyes with the kind of yellow
and warmth of a sunrise that takes all of the world
a full night to ready itself,
terrified of light, terrified of God seeing these scars
The first time I looked into your eyes, I saw a golden lighthouse
The first time I looked into your eyes, I was saved and healed
I simply wanted to kiss your long cappuccino lashes
never had to sleep, my dreams had become real
Brown freckles, pale haloes of muscle creating perfect balance
of bravery and honesty
I'm a girl again stomach full of butterflies as you lean in
I open and unhinge a musical box, that distinct jaw,
I'd like to kiss you again and again...
just so you can know how beautiful you sound
so that you can sway my body, in and out,
of your rhythm, your strength
Your voice, your laugh, your hands which I love being held in.
Everything you touch turns into gold -
So weld me into some valuable being that you can wear
across your chest
just like when I lay my head against you after we make love
simply so that I can always listen to your heart
and be carried with you always
simply so that I can know that somebody feels fear and love too

simply so that I can understand what makes your heart beat.

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God's hands

If God asked me who I was at the end of my life -
what gave me purpose
I'd tell him to look at your hands
in them, I had a destiny
immediately, I saw that there was a future for me
like any stubborn human being, I was afraid to need
a particular touch, to want something I was undeserving of
till you changed my entire life
You took my hand in yours and it was as if I had struck gold
between my fingers, which used to be but empty cardboard boxes
turned them into gorgeous chapels
You have so much to give, my prayers were answered
and I realized I must have had true worth

If I only had my words to make me known,
I'd ask God to finish my work and I'd come back to bed
Because it couldn't compare to my favorite poem
the way you move inside the sheets,
I want to seduce the ink out of your body
so you can describe back to me
why we are alive in this very instant

whatever you want out of your miraculous life,
i wildly promise,
you will make it come

your story will inspire everyone

If God were to take away my memory, I will arrive by instinct
and open the doors to your harsh prison for one last kiss
risk everything, fall in love with you as if for the first time
simply so that I can know that I'm still real
before I lost all other senses,
because the last thing I would want to see are your hands