where love lives
in the senses
where love lives
in the sweet smell of a Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks,
spilled and stained on the passenger’s seatbelt of my blue Kia Rio,
where just over a year later,
we heard the crunching of a collision as we were sandwiched on 45
seen in the wispy shadows of an abandoned skate park,
laughing for 40 minutes until tasting our first kiss,
drunk on our future and drinking in the star-soaked sky,
ignoring the long-distance that was tiptoeing towards us
savored in the deliciously soft cinnamon apple pancakes on a brisk February morning,
holding tight to the weekend and clasping his warm hands
before clutching the cold steering wheel as he reluctantly headed back to school
heard in the crackle of my eardrum before it ruptured for the first time away from home,
hours after the biting wind whipped around us at the Homecoming game,
and seen in the blurry streetlights disappearing through the car’s rain-spotted window
as he drove me to a late-night clinic
in the soft touch of the red pillowcases we bought for his sophomore year dorm,
where I buried my face and cried about my newborn baby nephew
while his arms held me together,
his phone’s screen lighting up as it buzzed with photos and concerned words from my family
seen in the cloudless, bright blue skies of an August afternoon,
where my hands swelled in the heat
before we splashed into the ice-cold river that fed into Barton Springs,
listening to the laughter of the kids collecting rocks on the mossy bank
heard in the clinking of glasses as we toasted with our Manhattans in Manhattan,
slowly sipping at a jazz bar overlooking Central Park, sliding my drink towards him
after I decided I did not like Manhattans
in the gentle touch of our fingers interlocking from the corners of two classrooms as we whispered our secret notes to each other, in our first dance hidden behind a brickstoned alleyway covered in ivy, in the stomach-clutching laughter at the sight of our dogs all dressed up underneath the dipping evening sun, in the refreshing Wild Carrot drinks as we toasted to foreveryesterday was my wedding anniversary with my husband, so I wrote a lil something about the way love shows up in every moment through the five senses hehe