Late night study sessions have her asking
‘Why do you look perfect at three in the morning?’
I just smile and shrug and her eyes glitter as she laughs
This question comes up weekly
The great mystery on why I’m always more perfect then her
She talks about how perfect my yarn ball of hair is
And how perfect my over large “button” nose is
So I open my arms inviting her in and she’ll curl up in them
Protecting herself from whatever’s out there in her mind
I know there’s a lot she’s afraid of
And none of it is the dark
I watch her chest rise and fall as she asks ‘why… why me?’
And I falter shocked for a minute because why… why not?
And I’ll tell her she’s the perfect one
But she always shakes her head in denial
Her shiny feather colored hair falling over her face
In brown ribbons
So I kiss her forehead then her nose…
Her skin is so familiar
like my favorite hoodie that she’s borrowed so many times
it smells like her perfume
A sweet combination of flowers and something that’s uniquely her
Id know it anywhere
Shes warm against me
And as I wrap my arms around her waist
It feels like… Im me again
All my flaws have disappeared
because she doesn’t see them..
and she doesn’t care
We’ve created our own world in this space
Where shes safe and im not broken
Ill twist her hair into golden braids as her eyes flash in amusment
And that sends a lightning bolt through my chest and through my nerves
Because I made that happen…. shes finally happy because I was right for once
Shell push the books closed with her chipped purple toes
Then push me down on my back to cuddle into my chest
Ill hold her keep her safe and vice versa
Until we both are dreaming… of each other