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.