I want to sit in front of you on the couch; my legs "crisscrossed apple sauce," and you'll patiently ask my what's wrong. except nothings wrong. ill tell you that and you'll say something. then you'll scoot next to me. ill tell you to stop because I just want to look at you. I want to look over your body and your face, your hands and your hair and I want to count the freckles on your face- although thats very unlikely- and the freckles on your hands. oh, I like your hands. and your eyes! with that soft grey ring around the iris.
I just want to admire you.
