The way you Love Me.

I feel like thunderbolts in the rain and sugarfilled kisses.
I taste the moon crawling on my tongue,
and I can hear the snowflakes shattering in my ears.
Your body is pressed up against me, and all of these emotions
are chewing through our pores.

I tied a knot around my pinky so I won't forget my promises.
My heartbeats are like silk butterfly wings.
The colors in my eyes change from Technicolor to citrus rainbow. 
The rhythm in my blood is in time with the clock,
    each number falling victim to florescent green.
My bones feel like slush, melting in the summer.
My breaths feel short like the smudge of lipstick oil left unattended.

I feel my lungs go up and down,
running against your chest ;
And your ribcage is protecting your heart.

Expired Dandelion seeds embed themselves in my color bone,
Bringing wishes and whispers for my fingers to peel off. 
My stomach ties itself up in cherry-stem knots,
and my eyelashes shed to the floor as I paste post-it notes to my skin
So I won't forget to remind myself to never stop loving you. 





Holding you close to me feels like the world is crumbling
in the palm of my hands.
  I can taste the whispers climbing up my spine.
Lying in your arms, watching cars drive by,
  I feel complete. 
Berry-Bombs and Spider Webs decorate my unused
senses,
and my lips are drenched in phrases and lip locks and padlocks...

I feel like apple pie (being soaked in lemonade) on a Sunday Morning.
I feel like the sunrise in a bottle, being written on with permanent ink.
I feel like perfection.

Lying next to you, with your voice so soft and calm,
your hands running down my side,
your face so innocent and empty;
  blank expressions, beauty, love...
your hair resting in uneven patterns...
I can't do anything to show these feelings for you.

  My heart is like a canvas;
colors running down the white board,
    splotches of feelings splattered on the emptiness.
Bright shades of fantasies painting pictures on the wall.

Your name is a Synonym for Love...
And I can't find anything better to describe it.

    I want your arms around my tight,
Your kisses on my neck,
  Your thoughts down my spine,

Forever.
   

      I want the way you look at me,
I want the way you touch my hair,
      I want the way you say my name,
tattooed to my skin so I'll never give it up.


  I want your                      taste on my tongue,
Your scent in my nose,

  I want the words your lips mouth,
to never disappear.

  I love the way you make me laugh,
make me smile, make me talk.
  I love the way you touch my hands and back.
I love your voice,
      and your beautiful eyes,
and your gorgeous hair.
 
    I love the way I miss you when you're gone.
I love the way you inspire me.
      I love holding you until the point I have to force myself to let you go.
You're something more than I could ever have wished for,
  and now I'm not so sure what to say when 11:11 comes crawling around.

Look me in the eye,

  Don't ever let me go.
I can't find myself in any better place than with you.
                  I love you.

I love you, I love you,              I love you.
You're perfect,
        and most of all,

I love the way you love me.