Keep My Socks, They Suit You Better Anyway

Sometimes, I wander for hours.
I get lost so easily in the two lush, green
Forests buried under the purple shadow
Of your eyelids. They hold such mysteries,
Such unknown fire and beauty, waiting on
The underside of your skin to prod and poke
Around until someone notices the light it
Gives off.
I have noticed that light.
At times when you’re not looking, I’ll silently
Gawk at it, confused and curious about what
Lies underneath your fleshy blanket, eager to
See it burst free and taste the perfume you
Wear every other day, or the expensive one
You spray over your neck and wrists and
Lavishly plain shirt when the butterflies in
Your stomach tell you to be ready. For what,
You never know, for your mind is too busy
Racing to hear what they say, not that you’d
Listen anyway; too busy laughing at one of
Your own awful jokes. And even though you’re
The only one laughing, the whole room smiles
With you, because none of us can resist such
A radiant personality, a glowing face emitting
A voice so sweet that the air hums with diamonds
And the ground paints itself gold for you to walk
On.
No shoes, only socks.
But the time can’t come soon enough, after the
Air goes still and the bland carpet returns as its
Coat follows you out the door, closing itself gently
Behind you, that I should see you again. See the
Light poking out from behind your ear as you
Brush your hair back with your right hand, your
Left softly grasping a bannister rail as you forgot
Your perfume and your black hoodie, plain and
Gorgeous and fitting like a glove, snug but not
Tight. See the woodland in your eyes that makes
Me feel so at home even when I’m so far from
Home. See you in my own home again, content
With the way life is as we both laugh at one of
Your awful jokes and I see the light from your
Skin radiate from behind your head as I behold
Your presence as if it were a miracle, wearing
No shoes.
Only socks.