You contain the oceans,
You consume the forests,
In you, house galaxies,
In you, sinks the universe

Through the naked crest of your back
The dips above your clavicles
And the way I lunge at your jaw.

Through pale hands and swollen lips
And heavy eyes

It echoes

Resonates through thin air
And seeps into the cracks of the walls
The way it collides with your skin
And buries through the flesh

That moment, awakening, I got through
You know now how much I love you

I once met a girl in Paris, a local
She accidentally brushed the injury on my elbow.
When I looked threateningly, all she did was smile
She was beautiful, that girl
And not in the way that beauty is conventionally defined.
She did not have full lips or arched brows or rounded *******.
She was skinny and pale and her cheeks were hollow.
She was beautiful.
Her smile was beautiful.
In the way that lovers hold hands
In the way the first rains dampen the earth
In the way the sun sets in the orange sky
She was beautiful.
Her smile was beautiful.

Its been four years that I've met her and I still find myself writing poems about the way she smiled

I don't think of you as often as my somber blues
Nor do I think of us as the fervent dyad
I think of you as the celestial bodies
that float delicately in the starry nights,
As the gold laced ambrosias or elixirs
I might consume to bring me dreams of you
For it is essential that I trance my mind with your thoughts.

Now you are horizons afar
A distance too great for a fragile mind like mine

And as I abruptly awaken from my nightly slumber,
I long for that sleep that brings me dreams of you

So tonight I will sleep in a lull
with hopes of you inlaying my dreams
So mellow that I whisper and your heart pulsates
So close that you close your eyes and I fall asleep.