I stare at your hand
Mesmerized by the vibrant shade of purple running down your fingers
I smile thinking to myself
He’s so messy and he doesn’t even care
He’s so messy it’s childlike
He’s so messy and my God I love him
You apologize for the mess
I laugh and say I don’t mind one bit
War paint streaks your face in jewel toned droplets
He’s so messy and I love him
I laugh without a care in the world at your utter disregard
And watch as you lean over to invite me into your mess
Your hand reaches across and paints me too
And now suddenly
I am a mess and I don’t even care
I am a mess and it’s childlike
I am a mess and my God I love him
You said “now we match
Just two blueberry messes
Huh that sounds like a poem”
And I wonder if you knew
That was the moment I fell in love
The moment that you brought me into your mess
And welcomed me with open arms
I wonder if you know
That blueberry juice is stained on my soul
With the patterns of your finger print
He’s so messy and my God I love him
