That place

That place in which our affection is inspired
that place where our silliness is encouraged
that place where we play like children
That is a place called fun
where they celebrate sweethearts and dorks
where they eat chocolate yogurt and icecream off forks
where stuffed animals can speak their voice
where the names of sauces and plants dance out of our mouths like orange ribbons in the sky
where kisses are currency and silly lovers get rich by making out
where the dreamers draw with
pictures of Dolphins and piano’s on the back of their lover’s ears
where there is musical grace in the place of fears
where the river of tears meets the ocean of Love
where breakfast is in bed and feets are in Uggs
where two thousand miles seems like it’s right next door
sweaty love forts strewn out on the floor
where words get squshed by our bellies when we hug
where you brush the words of my love notes that I wrote on the ends of your hairs