sometimes, I think of you

did you believe me that night
that I told you
you looked like the most beautiful man
I had ever seen
in your favorite old t-shirt
and worn out levis
it was God's truth

you used to laugh when I called you
beautiful
and say it's a girl word
but I'm a girl
and so I say it
slides off my tongue so nicely
when I am studying you

I don't know if you get it still
that your lack of \"style\"
puts the charge in my mental card
and make me want to live inside again
that quiet space where you believed me
and felt comfortable discarding everything
to let me love you

I remember you and me
and the long summer night
that stretched for two
and the way you always looked me
right in the eyes
when you were doing something sexy to me
so I would know you meant it

I loved your aftersexhair
and the way you held my face
when we were kissing
and the way you smelled like brown sugar
and let me sample you freely
and that you never feared honesty
even when it meant goodbye