Asking a flight Attendandt

the moving colors the intoxicating music the dark orange sky the loud comforting rain You. I can taste your eyes In the indespensable taste of my bittersweet morning coffee The music of your smile Is too fixating I could close my eyes and never wake up again Your hands are like flying colors I'd catch them all and make you A rainbow of touches Trip. trip. You calling my name. Ah, you sound like the loud rain So I could just stay home and listen I don't dare question Why it's you I'm just glad it is This heart is afraid of breaking But I feel like I could take that chance It doesn't matter anymore A lot of ways to ask if this is real And only takes one yes Well, to hell with it, yes I'm laughing I might be going crazy I don't care about that anymore Or how this poem is Structurally strange The words are all over the place The lines are too short, too long But if this is the only way To tell the world How I think God conspired For us to meet that afternoon Then I'll write the strangest of poems And laugh like the craziest of people Then, this will be enough.