No Makeup Beauty

i love his smile..
and i love the way he calls me at 10 at night
just to say i love you
the way he wakes me up every morning with a text message kiss
the way he argues that im beautiful
and doubts every thought he has
holding them to the candle light
and inspecting them like diamond verses cut glass
I love the way he holds me
as if afraid ill turn to dust in his arms
or burn him like past fires
The way he blushes when one small word is said
and stutters when he says one himself
We skip the memories
and hold hands to create new ones
kiss to give the word new meaning
this topic, bled dry in human times,
i will bleach to my taste.
I will kill the bone dry words i love you
and replace them with the feelings of water
cool beneath my feet
warm inside my body
To join to forces
To make make one whole
Out of two parts
To reveal, not create
the true tales of who i am.