You are delicious like chocolate ice cream
and sex
and warm summer evenings when you can sit out all night
and rainy cold Sundays spent under a duvet watching movies and
holding hands
and those last few minutes at work on a Friday evening
(when I wrote this poem, coincidentally)
and loud chatty dinners in the Rainforest cafe
and the first chills of Autumn when you re-discover forgotten hats
and coats and scarfs
and the buzz of my phone when a text arrives
and your smile in the morning
and secret kisses
and loud-and-proud kisses
and your smile all the time.
Written for Ross: Friday 29th July, 2011
