you make my face hurt.
like when i watch a baby laugh,
i can't stop smiling.
and the burning
in my cheeks
combined with the
anti-gravity of my lips
tells me
that the joy you gift to me
is like none other.
by just being,
we laugh and break in to fits of giggles.
like little kids,
running nowhere,
for no reason
simply because they've been told
to "Go out and play."
you make me want to
ignore caution
and believe in possibility
we might be destiny
or maybe something lesser
but i know the best of me
is in you
trapped behind your
sparkling teeth
and those shiny eyes.
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