not only....
not only adept in the same things but
loving of the same skills.
appreciative of the same philosophies, values, ideals.
drinker of beer, eater of cake and connoisseur of ice creams.
a lover of nutella. quotable simpsons episodes. lover of hugs, hands on knees, and moving hair out of my face.
if hand holding warms the heart, you're in a good spot.
and if its lacking?...knowing what to add to the pot.
and if you stir it, will it spill?
able to clean up messes, without blinking an eye.
whiskey sours...knowing how to say it and when.
a casanova on steroids, suave and yet demure. aspiring bill holden and channeling cary grant.
succeeding.
hands on your shoulders, around your waist, down pants, up skirts, under, over and misplaced glances.
lost buttons. irony.
and yes its a reference to the past.
up stairs, up hills, down elevators, back strokes, but no, not in water, on dry land.
only softly with my hand.
speak softly, then yell...does it get the point across.
do all these things point to love, or a rare illusion of it.
are these all qualities i see, or are they ones ive mistakenly made up?
a charade, a façade of all things beautiful.
misinterpreted...once again underestimated.
sometimes its plain as day, other days its hard.
but today i wont worry.
loving of the same skills.
appreciative of the same philosophies, values, ideals.
drinker of beer, eater of cake and connoisseur of ice creams.
a lover of nutella. quotable simpsons episodes. lover of hugs, hands on knees, and moving hair out of my face.
if hand holding warms the heart, you're in a good spot.
and if its lacking?...knowing what to add to the pot.
and if you stir it, will it spill?
able to clean up messes, without blinking an eye.
whiskey sours...knowing how to say it and when.
a casanova on steroids, suave and yet demure. aspiring bill holden and channeling cary grant.
succeeding.
hands on your shoulders, around your waist, down pants, up skirts, under, over and misplaced glances.
lost buttons. irony.
and yes its a reference to the past.
up stairs, up hills, down elevators, back strokes, but no, not in water, on dry land.
only softly with my hand.
speak softly, then yell...does it get the point across.
do all these things point to love, or a rare illusion of it.
are these all qualities i see, or are they ones ive mistakenly made up?
a charade, a façade of all things beautiful.
misinterpreted...once again underestimated.
sometimes its plain as day, other days its hard.
but today i wont worry.