In my arms you become an ocean
seeping into the topographic cracks of my body
pooling along the coasts of our separate skins.
I hold you as gently as a shell cups a pearl
and float upon the current of your breaths.
You become warm sand against my skin.
I want to kiss every grain of your form
and count its golden glints that catch light
like the still pools of your eyes-
the small brown island beneath your pupil
into which I have disappeared nightly (like the moon),
and emerged to see my own reflection
made more beautiful by your love (like the sun).
You are the paradise of my heart.
The sun and moon of my soul.
A window and a mirror
through which the world unfolds.