Happiness

Happiness is sitting and lying on the floor,
Painting.
Happiness is the radio playing a scratchy voice,
Singing.

Happiness is your fingers
Dancing on my skin.
Happiness is your lips
On mine.

Happiness is paint smeared
Across the back of my hand.
Happiness is hours gone by
In the blink of an eye.

Happiness is a paintbrush
Between my teeth,
And a smile
Pulling my lips away.

Happiness is you watching me
Telling me
You're happy
I'm happy.

Happiness is you
Being happy for me.
Happiness is me
Being grateful for you.

Happiness is us.
As your demons dance with my own,
Distracted,
It allows us to be,
Happy.