i love shaking my foot when i sit.i love nodding my head when i don't pay attention.i love observing people and getting scolded for staring.i love mimicking your speech pattern.i love taking on your body language.i love making you smile without moving your mouth.i love pausing in the middle of a kiss and saying "hi."i love knowing that there is always something bigger to catch.i love knowing that you aren't beautiful until i know you.i love keeping things sacred.i love being for just one person.i love watching your hands move when i should be listening to you speak.i love knowing i'm saying more when nothing's coming out of my mouth.i love asking hobos if they have spare change.i love how boxing rings are square.i love having a tight grip.i love feeling your expressions change when your face is buried in my neck.i love the scent of your voice, the taste of your beauty, the sworn secrecy your eyes give me when i'm spilling, the one millionth of a millimeter between our skin; just enough room.i love breathing in what you breathe out.my body is a temple.don't try to get inside me and then use it to claim sanctuary.i want to grow to think you're the most beautiful creature; not lust over you at first sight.