Quiet dimes
can't play a tune,
but whenever I'm with you,
everything has a gentle song
I hear the soft beating of a drum
in every silent heartbeat between us
and the rush of blood through every wave
I hear the gentle strum of a guitar
in the way you turn to me
and delicately smooth your fingers
over my face,
catching invisible blond strands
and pushing them aside
with clever fingers
and ducking in quick to press your lips against mine
I love the way you tilt your head just so
and the way your fingers unconsciously tap out rhythms on my chin
and the way your eyelashes flutter against mine
as if you are prepared any moment to open your eyes
and see me,
holding tight to you,
lost in the bliss of a kiss
I love the way you gently tug me to your side
even just before you pull away
though I know you still look for imaginary taunting faces
I wish that my presence could steer those thoughts away
I love the way that your feet brush the sand as we walk
and the way you gingerly hold my fingers
as if they will break
if you're too quick
I love the way you nearly silently speak up,
some question or profound thought on your mind
I wonder if you realize how smart you are to me
or how your ability to never really give up
inspires me
I hope that you'll notice one day
and love those little things all the more
about me.