Drowning in Poetry

Real

He is ruffled hair and a scratchy morning voice
He is the feeling of having arms wrapped around you
He is trying to stay awake with heavy eyelids
He is the warm gold feeling you get in your chest
He is sweaty palms and fast-beating hearts
He is feeling so much that is seems it will spill out the top of you
He is quiet, quick, and nervous whispers
He is soft around the edges
He is excitement with just a dash of fear
He is when you've drank just enough that you feel fuzzy and warm
He is the panic of not knowing how this will end
He is the comfort of knowing you'll be alright no matter the outcome
He is nervous uncertainty laced with hope
He is being aware of contact; skin on skin
He is feeling as if you're on the verge of breaking open
He is suffocating in happy
He is feeling his thumb trace circles over mine
He is the reason everything is funnier after midnight
He is fingers tapping againts legs underneath tables
He is remembering every word to a song you used to love
He is communicating without speaking
He is everything good
He is everything yellow
He is everything warm
He is everything soft
He is beautifully imperfect
And he is so real