*A small departure from my original plan. Sometimes I write passion poetry for my dude. 

I wonder how many laughs
we have shared
Obnoxious because “Damn!”
Or quiet
so we don’t look like assholes 
Or flirty because 
we both want eachother 
and nobody else gets to be
a part of
our beautiful moments
When it is
just you and me
in the galaxy
When your breath
is my breath
And there is
nothing but
And I could die
right here
in the slices
or the pieces
or the parts
that create
And expire happily
of the taste
of your kiss