you radiate warmth throughout my entire body.
you make me nervous in a happy way.
i want to slow cook myself in your honesty,
like a grain of rice in a pot of gumbo.

you make understanding each other easy.
you let you be you, while letting me be me.

when i answer you, i don't feel hesitant.
i feel safe, confident, and comfortable with who i am.

the thoughts of you that float through my head,
wrap, like stretchy warm dough,
around my brain,
like a sauna of happiness.

we're just different balls,
just rolling through the same tunnel of bullshit.
we'll get to the end of that hole,
we'll land in that warm splash at the end of the pipe

seeing your passion for something,
somehow rubs off on me as joy

and i don't know where the fuck im going with this,
but when i speak to you,
its then
that i am assured,
that humans can evoke such positive feelings in one another