what’s beautiful to me?
your sleepy eyes and your smile in the morning.
the messy way
your hair falls in your face
as the wind is blowing on it
through the car window
when we’re going on an adventure to nowhere,
and the way it sticks up in the back
because you’ve been cuddling with me
the way your mouth opens
and the crumbs that get stuck on your lips —
the way you lick the crumbs away,
as you joke and say, “I was saving them for later.”
the way we wipe each other’s snot and tears,
laying in our naked emotions,
holding space and suspending time.
the feeling of your skin on mine,
and the scent of your neck,
as we slip into an oxytocin-induced
state of mind.