Silent thoughts and gentle conversations ease the mind awake
Fluttering eyes and lips pressed gingerly against your forehead
You pull your arms around me and sigh sweetly when you know I’m still there burry your head in my neck and move a little closer to
Mumbled good mornings and unheard “I love you”s
Creeping fingers up your arms to find your face in by hands
tired half smiles dancing on your lips
I crave the moment where you brush my messy hair from my eyes  
Your fingertips pressed into my skin
An arm tightening around my waist lift my head to yours
And once again I know your mine
Chasing fleeting dreams as I remember memories of how I dreamed these moments would be
So sweet and precious as we awoke
Silently but together
To live to laugh to love means nothing without you

I crave silence
               of the cool touch of your lips to mine
I desire moments
                of misunderstanding as to correct the path we walk
I hunger for sickness
                to nurse back to health
I yearn for your arms
                 like the pages in a book
Continually pressed together until someone opens it up to read of the beauty inside
The things we keep hidden
Secured behind walls of surety
Lick the tips of your fingers and touch the pages
Deftly lifting one to seek the words that fall behind it
Turn each page read each story
Know the character as if it were you
I cling to your words that give intel to a mind I desire to know fully
I will turn the pages being careful not to rip near the binding nor dog ear the corners
You don’t add blemish to a piece of art
You restore the colors that faded from exposure and time
You read and understand all that the artist wants you to know
You are my artwork
I will read your pages
I will learn your faults
And I will love, Indefinitely

How can the world end
When I’ve written my own?
My stories with you, my towns and my cities
My world cannot end
For you are my world
And you are encased in pages and letters I send

Awe-inspiring love lust can’t describe how badly I want our future to become our reality.

You enjoy the darkness and serenity... yet you were attracted to me because I’m light and chaos. You yield to my rapture of energy. Your peace has compelled my heart to tranquility.

There’s no threat, darling.
No man, no place; nothing, could be more of a home to me than you are.
Your arms make me happier than anything else.
No one else can make me happier than you do.

Individual timelines move in their own directions
North south east or west
Progressing into devolution varying levels of the inferno
Dante understood love
Journeying though ascending concentric circle
Based layer upon layer of hardship
Becoming Beatrice achieved in a way different than scholarly interpretation
The levels of purgatory and the center of the earth are no obstacle for a man determined
An idea moving East was never to fast for him to redirect his westward movement
Picking up where he dreamed he wanted to be