He smiles at me like I am sunshine
and then sunshine I become.
I beam at him
like he is the best taco I have ever had. True love is being compared favorably to your lovers favorite food.
He looks at me that way too.
Like he wants to devour me.
Happily,
carefully,
with love,
but also an appetite
that hasn't been full in a long time.
He looks at me like I am an item
on a menu at a restaurant he loves
but hasn't been to in a long time.
Desire and adoration colliding spectacularly
in a firework display
that he keeps carefully
under the surface.
He wouldn't mind if I knew
but he doesn't want anyone else
to know how much
he wants to dig in
and get messy.
How much he thinks about what he wants to do with me
if we were alone
and nothing was out of the question. He's fully in
still only communicating that
with looks that
turn me into a puddle
and by saying my name
with a voice that could
turn me on
by reading a phone book.
It vibrates through me
like an earthquake
and changes my reality
every time I hear it.
We're stuck in skinny love,
unsure how to move forward,
unsure how to say hey,
I like you.
I like you more than food.
And that is saying something
because I love to eat
like Gordon Ramsey loves
to yell at people.
To say that I too want to
nosh on you
like I would the a great burger
after a day of skiing
is an understatement.
It's a bigger pull
than an empty stomach.
It's a magnet.
Uncontrollable to the dismay
of the small rational part of my brain. But what do I have to lose?
Worse case scenario
I eat until I'm full
and then order different tacos.
About the Creator
Emma Bradley
I graduated from The University of Maine at Farmington, with a degree in creative writing. Born and raised in Maine but also a British citizen. Currently in Portland, Maine
My personal blog is at https://emmapidden.com
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