keyed

lovely

Tracing invisible connect-the-dots along her jawline,
Doodling invisible patterns and designs on my chest.

Holding such a fragile little human in my arms, keeping her tight and warm against me.
Every inch of her is my everything.

Such an intricate human, so many corners to turn in such a limitless maze she's teasing me to search in.
There's nothing at the end, which doesn't make me the least bit upset.

The way that honey hair always falls in front of her eyes. The way that little wrinkle in her forehead becomes visible when she smiles. The way she mutters things to herself when she's frustrated.

All mine, her dedicated to me and me dedicated to her. Why is it her? What has brought us to the point of being able to lay here, wrapped up in eachother. We were bored with ourselves so we looked for a part two.

Trailing invisible kisses up her neck while she plays with my hand. How is she so fascinated with the things I use every day? Why is she so fascinated by me?

The same reason I'm drawn to her. She's lovely. She's me, she's courageous and smart and funny and adorable... She's mine to love. She's easy to love. So beautiful, so undoubtedly mine, so lovely.

So lovely.