It’s a confident gait when walking
shoulders back, facing the world
that makes me want to see you
vulnerable beneath me
It’s your hand touching the ends of my hair
fingertips drunkenly dancing on my nipple
that are an oasis for my loneliness
and a lightning storm to good judgment
It’s the Rose perfume I paid way too much for
simply because it smelled the best, realizing
I’m subconsciously attempting to out-Rose
the other Roses in your life
It’s my mouth always getting me into trouble
sucking in your desires
spilling out our secrets
that makes me want to sew it shut on quiet nights
It’s your brown eyes looking at mine
laughing from across the table
that makes the air around us
warm a few degrees
It’s locked doors that make us want
to crawl on our hands and knees
picking up every stone and every planter
just to see if there is a hidden key