Love Poem

I’ve been working on your love poem,
it happens in my head, it has to do with
The weight of a down comforter on my back,
something along the lines of
jelly beans and oversized sweatshirts.
I’ve been working on
how you place your legs when you sit,
how you curve your back when you are tired.
I want to describe warm breath at dawn,
I want to trace your lines with crayon and
fill you in.