dammit, I'm not done yet-
it's the way you can taste
the orange she had for breakfast
because you can't take your
curious mouth off of her.
the reason you call off of work
because you need to know what
she smells like with cinnamon rolls,
so you can see what coffee tastes
like in her throat at noon.
the way she ballroom dances
when the kitchen windows are wide open
& knowing the weight of her
towel when she washes her hair.
you know this is love because
you need to buy 5 reams of paper
& 3 ink spools for this machine
every time she bites
her lip and twists her hair.
this is love because you're staring
at a woman who has done the work
to be: here
~my.god.your.beautiful
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