That Should Be Poem by Chelsea DeVries

My hand in yours,
My fingers linked between yours.

Those should be my lips
you cannot stop kissing.

Those should be my eyes
you cannot look away from.

That should be my hair
you like to play with and smell.

That should be your hand around my waist
as we pose for a picture declaring to the world
that we are not ashamed to be seen with each other.

That should be my name that you change.
That should be my face that you declare you love me to.

That should be your knee you kneel on as you grab my hand,
in the end you should know

It should be me
that you choose
to be with.

It should be us;
just me
and you
together.