I'm confused again

I like you so much

It really hurts to be away from you sometimes so maybe I owe my life to Steve Jobs

The Iphone has been my saving grace in times when all I needed was a,

"Hey babe", to get my head back on straight

I drink down the way you look at me

You blink like a desert breeze couldn't stop you staring

Two chocolate brown moons consuming me

Don't you know that biting your nails is a dirty habit

The rough-edged nubs on the ends of your digits are like seashells on your hands

as deep as oceans

The things I could say about your hands that touch my face sometimes

I conjure images of guitars on fire and new babies clutched so close

Your hands that cup like warm bathtubs on winter days

I smile and press my dainty thumb against yours,

Mine are pretty and cold