Lover of mine,
Is there something affectionate or sincere about the way
you love me?
When your hands touch my
Body, your fingertips
Trace invisible lines on my skin.
Be ready to wrap yourself in vulnerability, the way night falls,
slowly immersing its
darkness over the light,
that place in the slow shallow sea, where whales jump, dancing out of water,
filled with joy—
but you still only touch me when we’re alone.
a love of mine, a lover of mine
You exhaust me with just your crystalized hazel eyes,
You say: Intimacy is through vastness alone.