What Is It
it is interlocking my fingers with your for the first time in a long time
it is the smell of rain, tea
and Spring.
it is soaring among the stars with your feet planted firmly on the ground.
it is your scent, caught in my favorite sweater and your fingers running through my hair.
it is an Autumn mist sitting just above the lake’s surface on an early morning.
it is a smile you do not expect
until it has conquered your cheeks
it is the raspy voice on the other side of a late night phone call whispering i love you’s and i wish you were here’s.
it is the person you cry to
it is the colors pink and orange
it is the shudder sent through all your body’s limb at a simple thought, or touch
it is a sense of belonging, especially in someone’s embrace
it is that first kiss
it is my coffee cup in your hands and your lips on the edge sipping tea.
it is the sunrise that paves the way for a perfect day, and a sunset to relax to.
it is everything I say in poetry that I can’t say out loud.
it is the stars, the sun, the moon but most importantly
it is me, only when I’m with you.
