your smile, the way it fills your face, the flutters it gives me

the way the sun hits your eyes. they glow.

your fingers, the nails you rip off to expose fingertips that trail my forearm

your smell, and we both know there’s nothing else i need to say

when your mouth hangs open and your bottom lip sags a little

your hands, because they can weld and stroke and make me bouquets of wildflowers

your chest, holding you from behind

how you light up when you talk about ranching

when you dm and snap and text me all at once

the peace that i’ve always been looking for and that you have

finally

provided.