To the Boy I Have Yet to Know

To the boy I have yet to know:

I’m most excited about the mornings. The mornings we wake up to the sun, and no matter what a lovely night we’ve had previous, the anticipation of another day makes our chests nearly rupture. And you pull me into you so we adjust, my head buried in your beard, my hand stroking the curls on your body, our legs entwined, and we fall back asleep.

Ps: (I promise to do my best to always smell like coconut.)