Eyes cavernous, drowning in longing,
Pooling incredible intensity
Aching your core,
Desperation for every second to be this
Nothing ever feels as real as this stark second
Body aware of the pressure of yours,
An imprint that feels as if it should last a lifetime
A reinforced vulnerability
You can almost feel the fragile structure built of perceived perfection,
Emulating the lustre and complexity of stars as far as my ceiling
It’s yours forever
Under the table
It’s always there,
Always will be,
A singularity of where we started and where we shall end,
The perfect burden
I’d have it no other way
k.g.
I wrote this at 3am eating poppadoms in my kitchen while he was sleeping.