Again

I like your hair.

I like your goofy smile.

I like your teeth.

I like your ears.

And your nose too.

I like the piercings in them both.

I like your waist, and your back.

I like your thighs. And your knees. And your whole body. Even when you don’t. Even when you really don’t.

I like the way you dress. I like the way you wear contrasting colours. I like your cardigans. I like your Docs. I like your shorts. And I like that pair of jeans you’ve had forever.

I like your nails, even when they get long and the claw at my back.

I like your lips. And the words they form. I like your brain, and the thoughts it makes. I like the way you think, and the way you sometimes don’t. I like the way we can just chat shit. But I like the way we don’t have to. I like the way you talk at 3 Am, and the way you listen to the way I talk.

I like your voice at half 6 when we wake up by accident. And the way your eyelids are heavy.

And I like your voice at half 10, when we wake up again.

I like the way you touch my chest, and my neck, absentmindedly. I like the way I touch your hand and fingers intertwine.

I like the way you feel on me.

I like the way I feel with you.

I like you.

And I wonder:

Do you like me?