It would be easier to not love you, if
every time you push back my hair
my heart didn't skip a beat or two.

If I couldn't look at you and feed on
your hazel smiles gazing up at me
amidst a galaxy of freckles on your face.

If you didn't kiss my forehead at night
when you think that I'm asleep, and
your head didn't find its spot on my neck.

If we didn't crawl into this bed together
and orchestrate rainbows in harmony
sharing our arpeggios in motion.

It would be easier to not love you, if
you don't tell me not to, but your touch
makes me hope you'll someday cave.