until then

maybe it's too soon to say i'm in love with you
so i'll just say:

every time your voice echoes in my eardrums
it stirs a fuss of iridescent honey,
golden and glistening like morning dew,
melodies dripping off the sticky sweetness
like jazz on a rainy afternoon.

i'll just say that being in your presence
feels like a weighted blanket during my darkest nights,
enveloping every pore on my skin,
soothing all my midnight worries with one touch,
putting the guard on the blade of my thoughts.

i'll just say that the thought of us together for eternity
sounds like the low hum of my grandma's old TV
and the smell of her pecan pie
after a long day of childhood duties,
sweet and intoxicating on my yearning tastebuds
when i speak it into existence
with a hint of nostalgia jumping down my throat.

a love like this has known eternities;
i am only meeting you again after a lengthy break,
but our souls are already familiar.