sugar pill
perfect polaroids, tucked carefully into corners of my memory
her, barefoot and silhouetted by the bathroom light
her, kissing my cheek in the rice aisle and not caring who sees
her mug in my sink, her clothes on my bedroom floor
her form - lost in thought - curled up on my couch
these are precious things, things that i remind myself never to forget.
and there are things i never dreamed i could have:
the way her life so easily tangles into mine
the way she holds my hand like she's protecting it
the way i can never picture warm summer nights without her
she's a thread of bliss that weaves between my fingers, between my legs, inside my arms
she is honey, pure and golden, washing over me
and i could spend forever in this sweetness.