You, Simply

you told me once
that you wondered
what it would be like
to be loved by me.
i hope the days i spent with you
were any indication
of how wonderful it would be
to do just that.

imagine a night
that we spend out on the porch;
lights hanging
and sparkling in our eyes.
dinner,
by me,
for you,
and we enjoy a nice rosé
while some Chris Stapleton song
plays softly against a backdrop
of stars,
only outshined
by you.
I take you in my arms,
holding you close,
as we dance that slow,
slow,
dance
and laugh that kind of laugh
when we both know what we are thinking.
I drown in the coffee of your eyes
and maybe,
you see the sky in mine.
And we just dance
and dance
and dance.

~lt