you are like jelly crystals in warm water,
changing the colour and texture of everything.
sticky. and sweet.
and you are like holding the winning lottery ticket,
in my hand, when our fingers fidget and fit together,
and your small hand is intent on holding mine.
right there, that's my winning lottery ticket.
and something about the way she flares her nostrils
has me calculating the odds. as i count the wonderful
slope of her back.
Could she ever be more beautiful?