To Be Heard By You
because you love me,
you take me to the farmer’s market
just so i can continue my search for honey that is as sweet as you are.
i have yet to find any that comes even close
because you show me respect,
we sit in my parked car in some shady lot
not far from your house
and i sense safety creep into my shallow rib cage the moment you ask me if i’m okay
not after we’re kissing
but long before you even seek to lean in,
to press your forehead against mine
and breathe the same air as me
because you are the embodiment of what love looks like,
exclamation points always find a place in your texts
and your hand, somehow, always seems to find every part of me
whether it’s resting on my thigh, tapping along to some song by the eagles
im sure your dad used to listen to,
or maybe it’s when my waist catches the palms of your hands
by the way they secure me
i can tell, they’ve been waiting to steady me for a long time
you know not everyday is going to be a good mental health day
and you’ve come to accept that
because you are my partner
you support me on my bad days,
take them and cradle them in your altruistic arms
claim them as your own
insist that this bad day, is now yours too
because you accept my body as it is
your compliments extend past my hourglass figure
you secure my entire midriff in your loving hands
and make it clear you are not afraid to remember that there is an all of me
because you show me an abundance of
affection
courtesy
and warmth
this is how i know you love me