This is perfection.

Your hands-

Right-

There.

I can’t breathe,

I can’t think.

Your hair surrounds me.

A curtain

It hides me from the world.

Because right here,

I can’t think

I can’t remember the way

That everyone but you-

You!

Everyone thinks I’m wrong.

But something about

Your

Hands

Your

Lips

Your

Everything

Reminds me that I’m beautiful.

We aren’t wrong

No matter what they say.

This is perfection.