Never did I think I would find woman worthy of this prayer.
You’re as beautiful as cursive and a leg crossed in a chair.
You kiss me in a way that leaves me searching for air.
The way we’re cold on the stairs
Smoking cigarettes in our underwear or sometimes nothing at all.
It’s not fair for your friends that are quiet when you kiss me
But I earn it when tears can’t stay in my eyes when you’re singing.
Staying up late swinging while we’re spinning,
You moved your way in my ribs,
Dug inside my heart and built a place to live.
I pray that you receive all that I can give
and that your love continues to make me feel like a kid