I want to kiss your eyelids

I woke from sleep in your bed, not long ago, and I opened my eyes and saw your face as you slept, right in front of me. Empty of all fears and worries, insecurities and defenses. And you looked like a star. Like you should be shining up in the sky you were so bright. It hurt to even look at you. I had to look away because you were so beautiful.

I really care about you, you know. Your well-being and happiness are so important to me. Your walls I love, and your grumpiness in the morning, and your eyes that sparkle when you're excited; the way you get excited about the smallest things that most people would never notice. Your small hands I love, and your weaknesses and your strength; a different kind of strength than I'm used to seeing, which has already taught me so much. Your smile, when you look down at me, when we lay together. Your warm skin, your solidity, that smile which is so rare and yet I see universes in your eyes when it's trained on me. I fall into your eyes when I see that smile and I feel as if there's no bottom; as if I could fall forever, into you. The feel of wrapping myself up in you, of being so closely entwined that I don't know where one of us stops, and the other begins.

I want to kiss your eyelids. I want to stroke your hair. I want to look in your eyes and whisper that I love you.