My Chiney Rady Man

I love you because I stop myself from complaining around you. How can I be dissatisfied when you're with me, after all? I love kissing your back. I love when you say "bug-a-bug-a-bug." If those were the only jibberishes you'd say forever I'd be happy. I mean, like, ALL you could say was "bug-a-bug-a-bug." I love that you grab my hand and put it in your pocket with yours. I love how you bounce when you walk. We look like two loose carousel horses bobbing madly down the candy lined streets. I love that I can be next to you on the couch and you say that I'm "too far away." I love telling you my little plans. I love how funny you are. You consistently crack my shit up. I love that we just slip into voices and characters and have no idea that we're doing it. I love imagining with you. You always make me feel giggly and girly when you call me "kid." I love how easy it is to call you "darling." I love that you are always yourself. I treasure and respect that. You're so talented that being yourself just magnifies your gifts like a million crystal eyes floating in golden space. You are a golden treasure to me. But a soft little lamb. You are tough as a penguin. Free as a pirate with a mouth to rival even the scurviest of the lot. So gorgeous. Your lips and gaze induce the deepest nest sleep but can charge me up like coal shovelling centaurs in the belly of a great ship charging through black uncharted enchanted waters. I am proud of you and constantly strive to better myself so that we can be the best we can be together. I want to be your indestructible tenacious little bitch and as genteel as a peach colored song bird. You make me everything because you are everything to me. You are so considerate. And sweet. Never was a man sweeter. You are strong. I love your opinions and that they are coupled with action. I love that you teach me things I thought I knew. You open my eyes to see sides of things I never even realized had sides! I feel safe with you. You are a protective bear. Honey bear. Never safer or in better company than with a confident lazy honey bear. Picking moments to show fangs under lips rippling from growls. Never constantly squinting on the hunt like a howly hyena. Life unfolds for a honey bear. A honey bear doesn't impatiently pace. I feel profoundly connected to you. I want you to keep me safe while I shield you from the rest. You love your family. I want to see new things together with you. I want us to have the treasures of the world and humanity unveil themselves brand shiny new before us to see together for the first time. Things that have been around for thousands of years that we only understand because we're seeing it together. I want to live simply in our certain brand of extravagance. You have the best heart. Now you have mine, too. I want to share with you because it's sharing with myself. You're my twin flame. Two idiots that love the fuck out of each other. Just the way I've always wanted it.