when in love

we’re getting grossly attached. his little whine when i exit his arms makes me sweat. i don’t know what it is, his slender spine, the teeny tiny bones in his back, the abyss underneath his wishful eyes. i trace them with my baby fingers and my eyes flutter behind their closed doors. what a soothing man. the locks lying on the base of his neck flick gracefully like soft and clean grass in the spring. he likes the way my back curves when i stand and he lets me know this through waves of warm and gentle pets. maybe i finally know what it’s like to love. i don’t fear anymore.

i let out wispy cries as i move in my sleep to let him know im alive and breathing - for him. he holds me tight like a baby blanket and softens my mind. it’s so easy.

his eyes flicker with concern every time i start to speak. he needs to fully feel every word i say, much like he’s in love. his bright wide eyes wrap around me like his long arms, and could twice with how close we wish to be.

it’s really the way you look at me after asking me a question as you await my answer.

piles of days later and i’m still falling