This part for you at least

Flows easily, sweeps around

You, breathes serenity inwards,

Surrounds me, sets the hair

Strands on my neck, alight.

Simple words, like any other,

Swap pleasentries, ramble

The comments polite to say

Smile If I make you, force you

By gazing mesmorised

Nothings wrong, even if you

Wonder. My eyes aren’t lazy

I’m just surprised. This part

You run through every day.

This part you act out.

That smile you fake to each.

These blossiming moments,

Only filled, with a few words.

Soft hills, black drifts,

Smelling sweet,

Washed yesterday

Kind against my skin

Kind words in my ear

Blessed pressure,

Tingles of excitement

Your lips on my face.

A tie unknotted

Noosed still, hanging,

Blows with the wind

Flutters through my hair.

Pins on your cuff

Cold metal, opposing

From your warmth

Green eyes pulsing in

My head, that song was

Written for you

And this moment,

On the soft black hills.