Dreamy days.

It’s the simple way you take my hand 
like it is yours for the taking. 
It’s the kisses you sneak onto my cheek 
when (you think that) I’m not looking. 
It’s your arm around my waist 
and it is not for protection 
and it is not to show the world 
but it is to remind me that 
you will always be my anchor.

Your kisses are soft and sweet 
and I can’t help but fall into each one. 
Your hand on my face is never a force 
but a reminder that you care. 
Even with your lips on my neck, 
your hands move slowly 
and are full of reassurance.

I am crying and shaking 
and not letting you touch me 
but you use your words as comfort.

I do not have the words 
and you do not choose them for me 
but you wait for me to find them. 
I will never tell you that I am scared 
but your hand squeezing mine tighter 
tells me I do not have to.

You laugh when I thank you for not leaving, 
like the thought had not crossed your mind. 
You smile every time that I kiss you 
because to you, it never gets old. 

You are never mad when I am angry, 
you just simply wait for me to see my crazy. 
You never put the blame on me, 
even when I put it on myself. 
You give me all your love even 
when all I can give you is my fickle word, 
and you tell me that is enough.