infinite
the way she smiles
her shadowed and smudged eyes
the bronze knife she carries around everywhere
the kinks in her blonde curls
the way she watches his back
(and maybe the way he watches her too)
.
her laughter and the way it lights him from the inside
the sweeping bridges and arches that remind him of her
the dusty shelves of libraries
the kisses in the lake
the way she knows what's he's thinking
(and maybe the way he can read her mind too)
.
the pens and papers thrown about on her bed
the curve of her nose
the sensitive spot in the hollow of her neck
the way she snores in her sleep
(and maybe the way she tells him he drools too)
.
the camp beads strung on her necklace
her bruised and grazed knees
her faded shirt just like his
the way their hands fit perfectly together
the way she captures his flag
(and maybe the way he steals her's too)
.
the bickering
the insults
the undeniable fact that she's smarter than him
the smell of her on his pillow
the feel of her soft bare skin
the way she's his wise girl
(and maybe the way he's her seaweed brain, too)
.
her lips on his
the way she's always there
(and maybe the way he is too)
.
the love he feels
(like his heart will burst
and his lungs will stop breathing
and his legs will turn to jelly)
when she looks at him
(and maybe
just maybe
the way he looks at her too)
and in that moment, I swear we were infinite