I want to wake up with the sunset sunrise
to butterfly kiss your laughing cheeks until I feel your pulse flutter,
step softly, deerlike across the space between us and
learn you inside out with unassuming wonder;
it's all I can do lately
to glance up doe-eyed,
watching your sparkles and shines out of the corner of my eye and
grinning to myself at the warmth
of sitting next to you
and hoping that you'll lean down with something more.
'til then, I pass the time trying to figure out
if it's only that I'm blind to the warning signs
thanks to the bright light that I see coming out of you
or if it's safe to risk a battle-scarred heart
one more time.