with soft yearning, i shall write of you tonight.
the skies simmering away the stars might have
been the impetus, or the gentle way the light
warms the skin like your caresses. trapped
infinitely in the intimate moment of expecting
a kiss upon the forehead, you are the storm
quaking in my bones. more often than not;
my initial reaction is to sink into you,
out of comfort, out of warmth.
reducing myself into a puddle
of metaphors only to be swallowed
whole in your boundless ocean.
i set the metronome, and bleed
memories of you – time goes by
much slower this way, and in these
moments, i am weightless,
anchored to reality
only by you.
