The Physics of Us

They say the eyes are windows, 

But yours are something more, 

A kaleidoscope of color 

I’ve never seen before.

Mostly brown, but in the sun, 

The hidden shades ignite, 

With flecks of green and gray 

That only sparkle in the light.

And when you laugh, 

The sound is like a bird's song in the trees, 

A melody of happiness 

That puts my heart at ease.

I love the sanctuary of 

your shoulders and your chest, 

The only place I know 

Where I can truly find my rest.

But what I love the most 

Is how your body knows I’m near, 

As if my very chemistry 

Dissolves away the fear.

I watch your hands stop trembling, 

I watch the nightmares cease, 

As if my presence grants your nerves 

A sudden, quiet peace.

It’s science, really. Physics. 

It explains so very much, 

The safety that is waiting 

In the softness of my touch.

And you return the favor, 

In ways you might not see, 

You’re the one who quiets down 

The anxious parts of me.

When overthinking starts to spin 

And stress is on the rise, 

You ground me like an anchor 

With the kindness in your eyes.

You don’t just hold my hand, 

You hold the chaos in my mind, 

The gentlest sort of silence 

That my soul could ever find.

I love to hear you rambling 

On the things that you adore, 

About the wars within the stars (Star Wars)

And planetary lore (space facts).

I may not understand it all, 

I may ask silly questions, 

But I just love the way that your voice 

Can teach me new lessons.

And I recall that drive we took, 

The pop song blasting loud, 

"What Makes You Beautiful" made me 

Float above the clouds.

We sang it in the car that night, 

Young and wild and free, 

And that is when the butterflies 

Woke up inside of me.

I know that states divide us now, 

I know the miles are long, 

But we make the best of distance, 

And keep the spirit strong.

Through the phone, I guard your nightmares, 

But you guard me just as well, 

Staying on the line 

Until I fall under the spell.

I’d stare at static on a screen 

If it meant hearing you, 

Just to share a "goodnight" 

While we make it through.

And then comes the reunion, 

The moment that we meet, 

When hearts begin to flutter 

And skip a sudden beat.

Like the lobby where I waited, 

The way you pulled me in, 

Felt like coming home, 

A priceless feeling banks cannot lend.

The spinning world stopped moving, 

The noise just fell away, 

The warmest kind of welcome 

That begs for me to stay.

But our love isn't just serious, 

It’s messy, and it’s fun, 

Like how you steal the blankets 

Before the night is done.

Or how you fight wars 

As I slap you in my dreams, 

Or hold you captive in my arms 

(Or so, to you, it seems).

We giggle at the "oohs" and gas, 

All the unromantic sounds, 

I love that I can be myself 

Whenever you’re around.

I laugh until I toot a bit, 

You smile and shake your head, 

Or you let out a noisy one 

That echoes through the bed.

It might be rather gross to some, 

But us? We just find glee, 

In knowing we are close enough 

To be completely free.

Do you remember lying in the grass 

Where our story first began? 

With the damp earth underneath us, 

The moment you became my man.

That memory is the fertile ground 

Where the seeds of us were sown, 

And from that simple patch of green 

A garden now has grown.

If I could build a world for us, 

I know what it would be: 

A field of wildflowers, 

Wild, bright, and free.

Your purple tulips tangled up 

With daisies white and yellow, 

The chaos of the world outside 

Becoming soft and mellow.

So let the days be busy, 

Let the work be hard and loud, 

I’m waiting for the quiet moments, 

Far away from any crowd.

To clean the house beside you, 

Just doing simple chores, 

To walk the grocery aisles, 

Hand in hand and know I'm yours.

To sit upon the porch with tea, 

And watch the morning rise, 

With nothing left to miss, 

And the sun inside your eyes.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

The emotions here have to be fact, they drip with loving sincerity, Bree!
What incredible longing. Surely, surely.. this has to be a dream come true.