This

This is what happens when I think of you,
This is what you're like.
Gingerbread cookies soft. barely out of the oven.
Apple cider. the inside of your mouth,
warm and wet and my five star resort in an exotic tropical, island.
with flamingos, and parrots, and iguanas and coral reef.
Water so blue it pierces you.

I attach myself to you
I light up,
like neon signs throughout the city at midnight.

Running my hand through your hair,
up and down, along your body, your spine..

This is the life I want to live.