His eyes
I have never wanted to be consumed by someone, their thoughts, their actions - more than I do him
my heart is racing
The comfort found in his arms is a new discovery but has the name of something well known, home
Yet this feeling is new, fresh and settling
I could stare at him until my eyes see nothing but shapes and even then I would continue to stare and prepare myself for when I have to look away
There is a story that lies beneath  his skin and I want to unravel it,
comforting him where spaces are found