does anyone else find it immensely comforting to have someone touching you? not like poking or tickling you or like sexually just feeling some other person being beside you and like your elbows or legs or something are touching and you’re like oh this person is alive too
like cream in coffee
going from dark to light to warm when I press my mouth to your mouth.
I always wake up before you
just for this moment.
you are better than caffeine
because I can kiss you on an
empty stomach and not feel sick.
my hands still shake, but that’s because
there’s a piano getting tuned in my palms
strings vibrating, trying to find
the exact key your skin is written in.
you are the reason I hum with my
you are the reason music makes me weep.
I can’t write about you without writing
about the morning
because that is the time I love you best.
over eggs and bacon.
you yawn and I hear cellos.
you blink and I hear drums.
there are birds outside the window
begging for me to shut up
but I can’t stop singing along to
the symphony of your body when it
is just waking up.
I love you best over breakfast.
you groan when you burn your tongue on your coffee
and I swear I’ve never heard a more
"Homophobia: The fear that another man will treat you like you treat women." ~ (unattributed)