The rise and fall of his chest,
The way his back looked in the early morning light,
I studied it all like he was religion. 

Intimacy in shared sips and intimacy in shared spaces.
I breathed him in in the depths of the night,
Lavender lavender lavender. 

Lips in the crook of my neck,
My fingers memorizing every one of his curls,
I thought this was all anyone ever asked for. 

Matching coffee orders,
Red light kisses and muffled “I missed you,”
Flowers held eagerly behind his back. 

If this is love then this is all I have ever wanted.