its the little things

angel

you there cloaked lily-white and alright

(looking over at you is like reading an unfinished book series)

your my muse sweet one

your little faint actions scream louder than lonesome crickets echoing

it's the little things

the way your shoulder collapses like a melted spear tip into my chest

the feathery touch just for reassurance that I'm there

its the focused gaze that peers at me when you think I'm not looking

it's all the little things

it's the cracked brow upon confusion

it's the curled lip of desire

it's your little girl giggling and raised tones of excitement

it's your heart of unlimited gifts

a basket of overflowing fruits and pretty flowers

it's all the little things

so when we are apart

I'm lost

this lantern held with no wick

these legs attempt to move with no direction

if home is where the heart is

it clearly seems

I've taken up residence close to the pocket with your chapstick

it's the little things

Reviews

[Moonflower]

A lovely, endearing write...I especially enjoyed the last stanza. Very well done :)

[Lalli]

I've taken up residence close to the pocket with your chapstick.

what a beautiful write. Made me smile. And so much truth...it is and always will be the little things that empowers our love.

thank you for sharing

[Ruth]

This is awesome! Such delicate threads all woven to perfection xoxo

[Arielle Ann]

its very cute....little things but they mean a lot :)