i want to enjoy every moment of you–
never move into a place where who you are
is anything less than perfectly beautiful.
i want to know you like the back of my hand.
i’m beginning to know you like the back of my hand.
the space between us creates a distinct
and enduring pattern– one in which i see
increasing details forming– lines and shapes
that are perfectly familiar and entirely new.
i compose symphonies for you in my head
see your face in faces i’ve never seen before
it is your presence i feel next to me–
when i realize i’m not alone.
though i feel perfectly at home without you
i know you can only bring me closer to the
home i’ve imagined– had glimpses of
i see and appreciate the beauty surrounding me
but feel no need to touch it– its particular flavor
holding no interest for me in this moment–
being so consumed with yours–
i can taste it with my eyes and
hear it it my heart.
you are the inspiration for my sonnet–
the reason my words dare to sing.
you are the undertone, the current–