I imagine sweaty palms
from holding each other’s
and her smell on mine
drowsy from flooded happiness
and washed over with
“oh my god, this is perfect”
and dry lips from too many kisses
and long mornings spent wrapped
in covers and pillows
and mutual access to every inch
of ourselves
and talking forever and ever
about everything
and everything is a thousand times better
getting food together, going out together
sitting around together, sleeping together
whining together, laughing together
our faces will be tired
from smiling too hard —
all the time I dream about this
and try to be patient.
