I love her in a language I do not understand [Poem]

I love her in a language I do not understand in words my lips lack the courage to speak I love her in the stolen seconds the moments after hitting snooze where the soft morning light spills over her skin and I love her in the vibrance of her laughter how it leaps from her chest and slows me to a crawl loving her is letting go-- of all assumptions all fears breaking free of the demons that built up my walls and loving her is giving in it is overwhelming and terrifying and thrilling how her eyes rip me open and leave me exposed stripped of pride and the comfort of seclusionand loving her is simple…. it is the steadiness of her breath as her fingers trace maps on my skin it is the closeness and the comfort-- her body folding into mine until I do not know where hers ends and I begin. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.