Compliments

You smell like a fresh tattoo.

You have the most perfect eyelids,

almost Pre-Raphaelite,

like your DNA decided they should be canvases.

You smell like a frozen lake.

Your fingers are built to be gilded by rings,

and those bright white crescent moon tips

with edges chipped like teacups

remind me of your artistry.

You smell like finger-printed focaccia.

You look like all my memories stored in a human,

a living scrapbook where I collect

our tenderness and tears.

You smell like the center of my heart.