​Between the Pages - Theo Abbruscato

Honey-coated kisses grace me with your warmth,
gentle arms pull me closer to your seat
as we brush knees under the table.
Sweet floral and citrus meet me at the nape of your neck,
the comforting scent of your perfume engulfs me.
 
An aromatic blend of fresh coffee and newly pressed pages
waft around our tucked seats in the corner,
a stack of books clutter the surface.
Bustling people weave around us
yet I pay them no mind.
 
A book lies upon in front of us,
the words a jumbled mess,
like a run-on that never ends.
I watch your chest rise and fall as laughs pour out of you,
the cascading sound as sweet as a field of flowers on a warm summer day.
 
No one else exists here,
not in this moment.
I look up to your eyes,
the moles and freckles that map constellations across your face
lead me to them.
 
They flicker down to the table,
I follow your lead.
I read the first few lines I find
Just to hear your laughter again.
You greet me once more with a smile, and I find myself thinking
How lucky I am to be here with you.