from the tips of the strands sprouting from your crown
to the far reaches of your toes
to every strategically placed hair on your body
to every skin cell that i can claim
to every millimeter between one feature and another
to every purpose of that which lies beneath
i have yet to find a piece of you,
my dear,
that does not cause my knees to tremble
and my pulse to race
and my breath to collapse,
and i have yet to find a second of every day
i have been blessed enough to share with you,
my darling,
where love is not the driving force behind
every flutter of lashes
and brushing of lips.
how did i survive without you?