Saltwater Taffy
Comfort
Serendipity
My pearl of joyful peace
Safe is what I am
When I curl into his arms, his
Heat feeling like wrapping your hands
Around a mug filled with warm cider
The way he smells...
Like cinnamon bark with the promise of aromatic autumn wind
Holding his hands, opening my heart
His soul emits
A kind glow
Of welcoming amber orange
For me
Eyes that stare
That stare to drink in my details
Making me feel like his favorite story
He's a lightbulb
In the straw filled corner of my heart
Where I keep my trust
For others
His hands reach for my waist
As if he's anchoring me to a safer harbor
As if he knows how much I need him to
Soft
Sweet
A boy made of saltwater taffy
A boy whom I love