Dimmed lights, yellow aura.
The gentle rhythm of a Paul Anka classic
ROCKING
The baby-fragile atmosphere into a warm
Mood.
Fresh baked cookies
With a glass of whiskey
And a joint to knot it off.
Legs, smooth and airy, resting on her lap.
Head against the cushiony pillow of a
Couch armrest.
TV blarin', bop-bopping your head to your own beat.
A breeze sways through the room, swiping my hair lightly.
Everything is so perfect, it's almost comedic.
I rest my arms on my chest, dizzy on life.
Focused on the future.
And sidewalks.
And watercolor yellow on the pink road.
And black letters- signed forgeries.
And your warmth, ****** heat wafting through us.
Your long, gold waves wiggle as you laugh at my expression.
Jeans taunt and creased, sweater far gone, only you
In your graphic T.
Our hands extend, meet, and we hold tight.
I know,
No matter what they say...
You, my lovely Kylee, are my soul.
Maybe not my soulmate, but my soul.
My every and all.
We'll laugh until our ribs crack, smile until our cheeks bruise, and
Stay up so long the sky looks like the scent of Fuschia.
Because the ecstasy of our happiness reigned.
Because I love you.
-Because-
Not my girlfriend or crush- fair disclaimer.
My best freaking gal, forever.