the beginning
“falling in love with you sounded like drunken giggles after bar close
it sounded like cards slamming down on the table, during an intense game of speed
it sounded like the running water of every one of our bubblebaths.
falling in love with you felt like sweaty palms and butterflies on our first real date
it felt like big yawns and heavy eyelids, because we watched the sun come up... again
it felt like Stu’s kitty nips waking me up in the morning.
falling in love with you tasted like late afternoon, coffee-stained kisses
it tasted like too much 3AM pizza on the couch
it tasted like all the new things i’d have never tried if it weren’t for you.
falling in love with you smelled like black cherry merlot hand soap
it smelled like the scones i’d bring home from work, that no one ate but me
it smelled like a fresh pot of coffee, but not until 7PM.
falling in love with you looked like smiles way too big for my face
it looked like your roommate’s exaggerated eye roll when he walked in on us slow dancing in the kitchen
it looked like skin on skin, tangled in the bathtub, night after night.”
