tell me it's a sin

tell me it's a sin to brush her hair behind her ear
to see rain bounce off her black eyelashes
to hug her for too long

tell me it's a sin to rest my forehead on hers
to put my left hand in the cradle of her back
to inhale our mixed breath

tell me it's a sin to miss her when she's not there
to smile a crooked smile when I see her
to dream about her wanting me too

tell me it's a sin to love this deeply
to disregard everything i've been taught
to risk it all because she wants me too

tell me it's a sin to laugh every day with her
to fit into the hollow of her body as she sleeps
to make her coffee in the morning

tell me it's a sin to lose my breath when i see her in that tshirt
to get butterflies no matter how often i see her
to feel heartbroken because i love her so wholly
sometimes i forget how to be wholly alone