I think I love you most in the morning,
because while I’m heavy with sleep
your eyes are bright.
You drag me out of bed
and we go outside.
Your breath fogs up my glasses
so you lead me with you fingers.
You could walk for miles just breathing in the sunrise
running you fingers along fences,
along me.

Or maybe I love you most at midday,
when my eyes are slits,
because the sun is so bright
and you are beside me in the park,
your head in my lap.
I listen to you breathe.

I love you most in the evening
because right as I am falling asleep,
you kiss my eyelids and follow my freckles with your tongue,
as if they were a treasure map.
the pillow fort billows because I forgot to close the window,
but you tell me you like it this way,
when I forget,
because I am only thinking of your breath.