Beautifully Fallible Fiction

You.

you are stubborn about the most trivial things

and

( which makes it worse)

 are seldom wrong.

You.

you shape the most curious

of faces when angry with me.

and scrunch your nose

completely out of attraction when confused.

You.        

you have cold hands

that freeze my cheeks

when you insist we share MY warmth.

You.

you kiss me unabashedly

when I least expect it

and smile too wide because

you

know your lips still make me nervous.

You.

you act unaware of how childish

the way you stare at me is.

(like a “check yes or no” note in elementary)

you breathe too loud-

it keeps me awake.

(I can’t help but be worried/your 10pm coffee)

You.

you almost always mess up the eggs

and burn the toast

(I wish you’d just let me cook)

But you…

you…

.glow.

when the sun first sneaks through our blinds

wrapped in white linen;

 you are daylight

(I still wake breathless to the sight)

There’s  this weightless charm about

the way you carry that

 anvil in your chest.

And I want always to protect it.

You are not merely beautiful

but rather flawlessly imperfect.

Now come to bed, for I love you, dear…