Never Taken for Granted
Fingertips graze my cheekbone
Accompanied by the smell of flower petals
And nail polish
She grasps, saved by nimble touch
And I can’t control the way my irises glow
When she pinches my face
Two sapphires swaddled by rosy cheeks
A smile that shines brighter than crystal
“You had an eyelash on your face”
As she leans, cradled against me
Shoulder to shoulder
Poised, sitting next to me
She holds up my eyelash
She holds up my heart
“Hey”
“Make a wish”
Eyelashes are wishes
Faint feathers of heaven
Falling down out of the windows to the soul
So I close my eyes and blow the eyelash
Off of her fingertips
Back up into heaven
“How did you make a wish so quickly?”
When I’m with her
All of my wishes have been granted
Not by eyelashes or magic
But by the angel leaning on me
Her dark blonde halo is crooked
As it cascades from her head to my shoulder
I’m lucky I’m falling for you
And so thankful for every moment
When I’m with her
The only thing taken for granted
Are all of my wishes.
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