Everything is poetry

Having coffee on a cold afternoon
Or simply just watching the moon
Muffled noises and people in slow-mo
The way your skin feels on mine
When you smile with your eyes
Your laugh on a quiet night
When your look lingers
And you stare for just a second longer
The way butterflies dance inside me
Fast-paced walks in slow-moving time
Gloomy Sundays that pick up at nine
Everything you are, and things we do
Everything is poetry