as much as i love you now
i never knew my own longing
until the first time you kissed my neck
you make love to me
like i'm better than the worst thing i ever did
when you hold my face
and cry against my shoulder
i hold you
and cry against yours
you kissed my nose instead
and you laughed
and covered my face
when i laughed too
part of me is you now
one hand on my chest
when you're on top of me
or your smile
when i'm watching the way you move
you make me feel good now
and i don't know anything else
you fall asleep first
and i trace your spine with my finger
then invisible circles
all over your back
i want to impress you
but i know i don't need to
that's the best kind of thing
you're the best kind of thing
this is how i'll feel
whether you're with me
or not
because i don't even remember now
that anyone but you
ever held my hand
