There are some things that poetry cannot capture and recreate
Like the pull towards you,
The knowledge of fate.
Like the feeling of your hands laced through mine
As our bodies lay pressed against each other, entwined, as we discover each other, paying attention to signs of trespass, and tread carefully, as we free one another of insecurity.
Like the electricity that radiates from my lips, right down to my hips, every time we kiss.
Like the dragonflies, that dance through my insides every time i look deep into your eyes and straight through your soul.
Like the sound of your voice, as we sit and rejoice at the concept of choice, that we both offer one another.
Like the feeling of your lover, feeling like your best friend, never wanting the day to end, because time cannot comprehend how magical each moment is.
Like wanting to unravel and undress every thought that has the ability to compress your realities, wanting to untangle your anxieties, reassuring you, you're safe with me, and that your heart is in the best possible hands, that it could be.
Like not wanting to even sleep because the reality that we keep, puts to shame any dream, sewing the seams, of the future we had both hoped for and not yet found, the skip in our walk as we find our solid ground and the sanctity of knowing, you're sticking around.
Like the ability to bottle up your scent so for the time that we spent apart, I could taste you, and restart my heart.
Like the feeling you give, when you provide me with, the desire to not just survive but to live and give myself entirely.
Like the beauty you exude, every time you walk into a room, a flower in full bloom, and mine to behold, the inabailty to withhold such an insatiable light, to capture someone that shines so bright.
Like the the feeling of pride, that beams inside, every time I have you, fingers locked, walking by my side. The lack of divide, arms open wide as we subside in eachother.
Just a first draft.
For SED ***