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Five things you can see.
I can see the ridges of your fingerprint. The way it swirls on your skin. The smallest hue of a different color in your eyes when you bring your face close and take up my world. How the hairs in your nose move with each breath. Ones that pull and push me constantly. The twitches of your pupils as you study me. The attempts to read all the details of my small form with your massive eyes. Your long eyelashes. They tickle me when you blink sometimes.
Four things you can touch.
I can touch your skin, only the fingers you hold near me though. The hair on your head when you lean close to me. Your lips, they’re soft. I can only touch them when you look up and around for any dangers the world may hold for someone my size. The table you’ve set me on today while we live our lives together.
Three things you can hear.
I hear the gusts of wind you call breaths. They fill impossibly large lungs. Your pulse as you run your thumb near my face. It’s steady. The noises of your voice that you don’t know you make. Little hums and hahs so soft no one your size would be aware of them. A secret symphony for me.
Two things you can smell.
I smell the breakfast you made this morning. We shared it. You waited until I took a pile half my height to dig in. Wanted to make sure I wouldn’t go hungry. I smell the coffee you started. It was a while ago. I’m sure it’s done.
One thing you can taste.
I taste you. Sweet, warm, delicious. The taste fills me each time you breathe. When you crush me against your palm with your lips. When I taste the drinks you’ve had. When I steal small moments in your hands. Kiss them in ways you may miss. Massive, strong, something terrifying. Yet all of you grounds me. Comforts me. You are my relief in a world of stress and anxiety.
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Five things you can see.
I see your hair sway as I take each breath. It goes in and out of your eyes. The way you tense every time I shift. Small movements to me that are earthquakes to you. There’s you, small and vulnerable against my fingers. The table you let me put you on today. A rare time you let me ferry you around. The clothes that compliment your small body so well. I’d love to see you make them.
Four things you can touch.
I can touch your hair as you lean against my fingers. Soft. With the tip of my finger I’m able to touch the palm of your hand. My whole hand touches your entire body. Holds everything of you. So small and so amazing. I touch the table as I lean close to see you better. Drink in every little detail I can make out. Someday I’ll have you memorized.
Three things you can hear.
I hear your content sighs as I run my thumb near your face. I have to move your hair to see your smile. The dishwasher in the kitchen, working to clean up after breakfast. The pounding of my own heart as I cradle you in my fingers. Basking in the trust I’m not sure I’ve earned.
Two things you can smell.
I smell what’s left of breakfast. I don’t know why I started coffee. We have nowhere to be today. All I want is to hold you. I smell you. Slightly sweet. It drives me mad at times. The idea of how close you are to me. That all of yourself is near to me, in my hand.
One thing you can taste.
I taste you. The sweet after taste from the moments we kiss. When I crush all of you against my skin. The flavor of my drinks when you dunk your hands in to try it. The hints of you when you trip over my lips exploring my face. As long as you’re there I can be calm. While you trust me I can relax. You ground me in this life. Everything about you completes me.