baby

he’s a song. warm scratchy vinyl and hands intertwined. i hear his thoughts and taste his voice on my tongue. he’s visceral like that and we speak the same language like that. i could tell you everything but you know. it’s an all or nothing feeling listening to that song. that song is creamy milk and a warm blanket and music you feel in your bones. it’s all i’ve really wanted, someone silly and also the most serious. do you know what i mean? that person who takes your sillyness very seriously? that person who believes in you like they breathe. his hug is more romantic than a kiss. we don’t need to talk he knows the language of my eyes. everyday is a staring contest that i like to win. his eyes say i got you babe. my eyes are his pools and he’s in deep without a flashlight, he loves to get lost in there just to find himself again. i told him secrets and he holds me tighter after that. and we’re each others safe place because only when you feel safe can you let go and surrender to your destiny.