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.