honeybee
I want to crawl under the covers and kiss him on the cheeks when its cold while the heat of his skin thaws my icy toes. I want to pick his hairs off my shirts forever. To be quiet next to him as our bodies turn to gold while the sun spreads like fire across the earth. I want to wear his shoes, put on his shirts and white rimmed glasses and see things the way he does. I want to kiss his hands as I pray for answers to come. I cover his eyes, I uncover his eyes. I meant that I wanted him to see things in a way he hadn’t before, or to see me in a way he hadn’t. I want to again kissing the freckled lips and ruffle the strawberry blond hair that reminds me of summer, taking solace in his strength. I want to return to summer where we dropped our clothes to our ankles. He held me in the river and I’d never felt so beautiful. The sun kissed me, the river kissed me, and so did he.
