15 September 2011

peace is only found when not even a breath can nestle between us














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?