Sunshine falls upon your auburn hair
As the sweat drips down your nose onto your shirt.
The light dances upon your wet skin as the cool water touches your tongue.

She looks at you with amazement in her eyes as if she’s found a prize.
Her emerald eyes glisten with fascination as your muscles clench with every move.
Her lips spread to call your name in hopes for a kiss.
The heat is not what is burning her skin, it’s the fire in her eyes as she looks at you.

Sunsets, storms, eclipses, and meteor showers are all phenomena’s of the world.
But you weren’t an object.
You were a feeling. An emotion. A physicality.
She didn’t know her heart was an acrobat until you danced on the tightrope with it.

Flight is something she use to fear but now craves it like an addict craves a fix.
You were her high.
Birds fly high in the sky but always come back down.
Not a day has gone by where I have hit the ground since I have met you.

A breath of fresh air I have taken.
Breathed in something that was so intoxicating.
Loved someone so deserving of love.
Gone to sleep with the desire of dreaming of the day when you are the first face I see in the morning and last as I fall into oblivion.