You are everywhere I look—
and nowhere,
all at once.

Intensely.
Vividly.
Intangibly.
Metaphysically.

I dream of you through silken sleep.
It is then—
and only then—
that I am able to feel you,
so closely.

Yours against mine,
but like a race against time.
Your body on mine,
intertwined.

It’s airy here—
this dream-like state.
The world is quiet here.
But oh—how you aren’t.
My sweet thing.

I taste you like honey
running along my tongue.
I taste you in coffee,
in the occasional shot of rum.
I taste you in sunlight—
and in moments of self-doubt.

I savor you.
Not just because I like your flavor,
but because I know
we will eventually succumb.

Love is forever.
Love is infinite.
The body is temporary.
The body is defiant.

I savor your body—
your mind—
your brilliant mind.

I savor what it’s like
to be touched by you:
held,
caressed,
entangled.

I feel you in places I shouldn’t,
through days I thought I couldn’t.
I feel you in my body—
your DNA and mine,
gently intertwined.

Love is quiet here.
Oh, so quiet.

I have never been loved
both quietly and loudly
at the same time.
But with you,
I feel it
in my bones.

I feel you in the moments I am afraid
and reach for my own hand.
I feel you in the reminders I whisper
when I remember—
you choose me.
Every day.

To stand with me,
by me,
in me.

You are in me.
Every part of me.
The best parts of me
are the ones that carry you.

My beautiful fracture
of adoration.