Happiness exists in a little house, the walls painted green and blue, where the pictures hang above the couch covered in a knitted blanket, where the rooms are small, yet full of treasures.
Happiness can be found in the morning upon a little bed, unfit for two, yet two will fit, where layers of multi-coloured blankets drape over our bodies, where stuffed animals provide inanimate company, where the eyes of fictitious figures oversee all things in the little blue room. I look to my left, and happiness is there, in the form of a sleeping figure.
She is happiness, in all her perfections and imperfections.
Milky skin and blushing cheeks, dyed black hair sprawled all about her, long dark lashes sweeping across her closed eyes, her slender neck and shoulders, the hollow of her collarbones, the swell of her breasts beneath a buttoned shirt, her exposed navel, her protruding hips; the vessel of beauty embodied.
Happiness is found upon her lips; upon her tongue, I taste happiness, as we press our beating hearts closer and place our hands upon each other. My lips seek out happiness, as they kiss her neck, her collarbone, and chest.
Happiness is entangled in her hair; I run my fingers through her length of sweet smelling hair and unravel happiness.
It is upon her entire body; my hands explore her, studying her body language as my fingers seek out what makes her weak. Beneath her clothes, I find happiness; upon her naked body, all my senses seek it, and it is found in her breathy sighs, her trembling body, her smell and taste, the pressure of our bodies against each other . . .
Happiness is a shared blanket in a cold basement, a cup of warm tea in our hands as I rest my head on her shoulder. It is a place where secrets are housed within those four walls, where only the statues bear witness to the revelation of the darkest parts of our souls.
It is found in her arms and her hands; happiness exists upon every fingertip that meets my hair, my hands, my body.
Her eyes reflect happiness, and it shines in her smile.
Her voice sounds of happiness; her laugh, her whispers, every note she utters composes my favorite song.
She is happiness. She is perfection. She is love.