You are made of honey, sunlight and fire.
Fire that heats me, boiling my insides.
As your honey drizzles, I slowly fade to a simmer.
Your sun shines on me, kissing my skin, leaving freckle like marks of warmth.
Warmth like the mug of coffee I wrap my hands around, inside the black liquid, my reflection smiles at me.
A smile that has been placed on my lips by you.
You are the colours of the sky, as we say our farewell to the ball of light shining upon our world.
And you are the feeling bubbling just at my chest, as I stare at dancing flames, a soft blanket across my legs, light pitter-pattering of rain on my windowsill.
I find my thoughts consumed by your eyes. Brown, gold and green all at once. Like little lakes in a fairy's garden.
Oh, I find myself at home, in you.