Tracing Infinity

The arch in your back gives way to exaggerated gasps, i wonder, how long has this actually lasted? suspended in the clearest moments of magic, you slow your breathing to the subtle rhythmic pattern i can always follow; they work to make me shatter. break me down into mere nerves, just feeling and emotion, this elementary form is ours to hold. the warmth of our breath, coalesced, sustains infinity. o, my love, how long it's been since ive tasted divinity, or any of your supple intricacies. i've been longing for those luscious lips, but settle for swimming in thoughts such as these. even with your back turned, i can still feel the warmth of your smile, rejuvenating life in all that it touches. it makes the sun seem as a mere speck of light, compared to those lips so full and bright. your curviture; akin to the most graceful sculpting of marble, yet untempered and delicate; one touch could send shudders reverberating throughout. and the one thing i still hold most dearly, that which i miss the most: your mind. quick to snap, yet just as quick to console. always ready to challenge me where no one has, but still providing the support i've never had. your words, smooth as the breeze through the trees, always had a stirring on my soul. in a hundred million years i couldn't begin to act as if i dont care. but as i sit, fingers running thru each and every silky strand of your hair, hands running over every curve with the faintest of touches, going in circles, tracing infinity; i sit alone, reminiscing of all the life you've given me, cherishing all that you've chosen to share with me. i sit here caressing the part of yourself that you left with me, the part of myself you chose to neglect. absent of both regret and shame, i sit here, struggling to hold on..