How it Feels

Sometimes…
Sometimes I feel like
stars trickling down stained glass
windows in the middle of a
warm spring day.
Or like
rainbows kissing riverbanks
pouring waterfalls down the
eiffel tower.
Maybe even like
l-stop conversations turning odes
to streetlamps playing footsie
with children in the park.
You see,
I look at her and it’s
fireflies playing tag in
your grandmother’s backyard
while sweet tea sways in the
new orleans breeze.
Not to say that it isn’t
roses,
or chocolate,
or eskimo kisses.
It’s just…
Well,
It’s more than that.
It’s…
It’s you.