July 10, 2009 (b)

July 10, 2009
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He loves it when I speak Spanish,
And whisper it softly in his ear.
It makes him crazy,
And I just laugh because
I love it, and I love him.

I love it when he plays with my hair
And puts a strand behind my ear.
He knows it makes me smile,
And he tells what his favorite things are in the world:
Me, my laugh, and my smile.

He loves it when I curl up next to his chest
And wrap my arms around his.
It makes him flex his muscles
As he tries to bounce my head up and down,
Because we both love to laugh.

And I love to be in the middle of a crowded place
And pull his head down to mine
And engage him in a kiss
As he pretends to mind,
But really asks for more.

These are the simple things that make my day.
As we lace our fingers to pull each other closer
Or walk together arm in arm,
I can feel our love grow like the bouquets in the shop windows,
And I know that it is forever, as he seals it with his lips.

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SilverDawn said...
Jul. 23, 2009 at 5:06 pm
yes, very intimate and lovely (: so simple yet meaning so much. i love your work, as always~!
Inkspired said...
Jul. 20, 2009 at 4:20 pm
I love the way you alternate between what he loves you to do, and what you love him to do. Very well written!
Andrew D. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 19, 2009 at 10:28 pm
I quite like the intimacy the poem establishes with the reader by using such small, but significant, images like the whispering of Spanish and the kissing in public. Well done.
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