i want to feel the weight of your entire skull against the
soft flesh of my stomach
and i want to kiss every crevice of your body twice over
and i want to catalogue the change in your eyes when you're
happy, or sad, or angry
and your smile, oh god, you smile. there are so many of them,
blinding like the sun or a small quiver of the lip - i want them
all
i've built a house in my mind just for you,
an entire world that consists of utterly nothing but you
all sixteen hundred shades of your hair in the sunlight
every single one of your callouses
and each individual freckle
everything is there,
from the scar on your elbow to the dent in your nose
it's there
