Someplace Else

You make me happy, do you know that?

How so?

Your existence, your breath, your caramel hair against the morning sun, your porcelain skin against mine, your squinty eyes when you're being naughty, the way your fingers slowly crawl on my face. 

What else?

Your smile. Your perfect teeth. Your little dance in the kitchen. The way you stand. The way you walk. Little silly things you say when you have your first coffee of the day. 

You make me happy too.

How so?

You. You by being you. You make me happy. 

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