Ambitious task, isn't it?
I don't presume to have the answer.
If anything I have the question.
What is that thing that happens
when I look in his eyes and see
the soul behind them.
And want to keep it safe and warm.
Warm it with the heat that ripples
up my chest when he's near.
We curl into each other
like we're a secret only we know.
I know his heartbeats. He knows my breathing.
His cheek warms mine and our fingers align.
A rose trail runs from his mind to mine.
What's the time - time enough, never mind.
Just stay here like this with our knuckles aligned.
It's like he has let me begin
To sense what is fundamentally him.
And the more he draws me
to his essence the more I cherish it.
I love his presence. I love his spirit.
And I mix his spirit with mine, because
how else could I possibly begin to express
the depth and dizziness with which
I Love You.