On The Drive Home From Your House
I wish I could live my whole life
Pressed against your lips
Drinking in your smell
Grabbing at your hips
Held against your chest
Our heartbeats keeping time
I trace your form next to me
Your rythms and your rhymes
Our crooked bits fit together
We fill each other's gaps
Our flaws mend themselves
During sleepy Sunday naps
You are the bounce in my step
You are the flash in my eye
You are the warmth in a smile
And the comfort in a sigh
This poem is about:
Me