the edges of myself

i want to enjoy every moment of you–

never move into a place where who you are

is anything less than perfectly beautiful.

i want to know you like the back of my hand.

i’m beginning to know you like the back of my hand.

 

the space between us creates a distinct

and enduring pattern– one in which i see

increasing details forming– lines and shapes

that are perfectly familiar and entirely new.

 

i compose symphonies for you in my head

see your face in faces i’ve never seen before

it is your presence i feel next to me–

when i realize i’m not alone.

though i feel perfectly at home without you

i know you can only bring me closer to the

home i’ve imagined– had glimpses of

 

i see and appreciate the beauty surrounding me

but feel no need to touch it– its particular flavor

holding no interest for me in this moment–

being so consumed with yours–

i can taste it with my eyes and

hear it it my heart.

 

you are the inspiration for my sonnet–

the reason my words dare to sing.

you are the undertone, the current–

your love

eclipses everything.