i only promise tonight

his fingers smell like cigarettes
and his breath tastes like mint
mixed with malt. his heartbeat
is always steady and sure, a
constant in an equation for
security. his hair is silk between
my calloused fingers and palms,
the strands catching on my
hardened fingerprints.

he's got bruises and scars
on his knees from adventures
gone awry. his arms can
carry the weight of the world
and my equilibrium can change
based on his hot and cold smile.

he's got a weathered face
that contains hidden freckles
between his eyebrows and his
crinkly eyes, some are scattered
across his nose and cheeks like
little brown stars on a tan sky.

he doesn't own a tie
and he never brushes
his hair. he doesn't care
when i tell him to look like
a human and he always goes
out of his way to show me
up. he smokes a pack a
day just to piss me off.

he's far from perfect, but i think he's beautiful.