When I see an attractive woman,
she embodies the best in women
and she becomes you.
You are attraction.
When I see a movie,
lovers kissing and holding hands,
all I can think is you and us.
You are romance
When I look to a future of times shared
and discoveries found together,
I can’t see anyone but you.
You are companionship
When I lie in bed and fantasize,
it’s your face I see
and your body and your sighs.
You are intimacy
When I feel in my heart what I feel for you,
I know there can’t be any other
to take the place of you.
You are love.
And to me, you are
the brushing of my hand against my hair,
I feel your presence interwoven in the strands
because you have been there.
You are the air
when I stop and hear my breath,
I see you as my chest heaves
because you were once there.
You are my heart
when shadows run and fade away,
I glimpse a glance until they return to
see the other part of me.
You are my soul
when light hits my eyes,
and shines on my face between branches
from a nearby place, I see that
you are the moon
when heavy breath whispers
into my ears and makes bristle my longing.
I yearn and I am moved and I sway.
You are the wind
when I can feel soft down against my skin
and see the rougher greys of time embraced by
every other person passing, I see
you are man
when time stops and slows
and its gaps are filled with warmth and
radiated energy, I feel
you are the sun
when I can’t breathe and hope to die,
if only to take you with me forever.
Blood surges through my veins. You
are my life
when I hear laughter and a voice
deep in assured tones and his smile
presses down on her face, I think you
are my smile
when prints imprint and fingers
interlock as if to feed a need
that can never be sated, I feel you
are my hands
when thoughts of us spur me on to try to make
the world a better place.
It’s all because you’ll be there to see it with me.
You are
my inspiration, my love, my heart’s beat.
A time without you would be a sad waste
of living; all this time later, I still love you.
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