warmth

let's fly to alaska
so i have an excuse to always stay close to your side
because for some reason you seem give more warmth than any fire or coat.
i always thought that brown eyes were boring,
but there is something now that i am drawn to
like they are slowly melting away my edges.
i can see that little speck that always appears to be plotting

when we hold hands, i can feel your thumb move over my knuckles ever so slightly,
carefully tracing.
trying either to find each and every crease and ridge
or stay below the sensory radar of everything else around me.
and when i try to annoy you and leave my legs hanging on your lap,
and you fiddle with my laces,
it seems as if our little back seat has dropped off from the rest of the car
and we are somewhere far away, connected by strings of cotton and polyester, weaving together to tie us in.

just you and me,
we can eat vanilla ice cream
and laze in the hot hot sun of the winter wonderland.