warmth

a first draft of a poem about her. this poem was unplanned, it just sort of happened

i am not on fire 

the touch of your love doesn't set my heart aflame 

i'm not constantly swallowing butterflies that fly around my stomach 

and i don't feel electricity when your lips touch mine 

sparks flying and dancing across our skin

i do not feel this exhilarating excitement

a rush through my veins that cannot be suppressed

instead i feel calm

and comfortable

at peace in your arms

your lips swallow me up in a sense of home 

i could drown in the echoes of your laugh

your touch keeps me warm in the cold months 

your eyes, light up the overwhelming dark

i'll never feel that rush but i do feel that heat 

not in a whoosh of a match being struck

a spark into an encompassing flame 

but a flicker into a warm glow 

that engulfs my very soul and keeps me safe

and safe isn't boring

it's this sense of calm

the peaceful rise and fall of your chest

your legs brushed up against mine under the covers

tracing the invisible constellations of your freckles

intertwined with you

safe and calm and warm