Happiness

Happiness is pushing you in a cart at the supermarket parking lot.
Is eating sushi out of a chair, sitting on a cooler, inside of the ice-cream truck.
Is seeing you running on the rain with the Target bags.
Is the package of mushrooms you got me without me noticing and the bag of carrots you grabbed that first time.
Your pancakes.

Happiness is in every cup of manzanilla you make me.
In every tank we destroy.
In every MJ running for it's 'life'.
In my Nalgene.
Your shirt.

Happiness is when your skin touches mine.
When you stay quiet for long periods of time and then say something completely out of place.
When you call me 'mi Mochaccina'
When you kiss me by surprise.
Sitting next to you while you drive.

Happiness is dancing with you.
Out at a party, on the streets, at the mall.
At your place.
Tango, salsa, swing.
And that everybody thinks we rehearsed.