Under the moonlight, I can trace the outline of your face.
The way it glistens across your skin’s surface,
all I could really do was stare.
I’d see a reflection of myself in your eyes
and realize you were staring right back at me.
At the train station,
You cup the side of my face with your hand.
The warmth of your palms melts my perception of time.
I feel a sudden tug against the collar of my shirt
and realize your lips are pressed against mine.
fills the crevices of my heart.
In the morning,
waking up by your side
is a happiness I’ve never felt before.