i want to write a happy poem

i want to write a happy poem

but while I’m still sad

you make me safer

anchored to your body

my fingertips graze over your chest

following to your nipples and collarbone

kissing you, chin to cheek

your lips on my neck and hands giving me heat

below

i wear your hoodie to have your arms around

me again

outlining my smiles with your finger

we wait for the miles between us to cease

your hands in my hair again

brushing your fingers through it

you like my cheeky grin

hands that warm mine

and fit as if by design.