When I wake up in warmth,
I think about you.
wrapped in your welcoming arms,
their kindness, like a kiss,
felt in a way I almost can’t describe.
It feels insanely romantic,
essential and expressive,
in a language only we can understand.
Your hands are always on my waist,
in a way,
hopeful, nostalgic muscle memory,
and the world seems more like somewhere I belong,
when I remember that you belong there too.