Time freezes as I lie there running my fingers
Over your chest, playing connect the dots
With your freckles. I became accustomed
To your breathing, hoping your soul
Would give me a message via lapses in breath-
You are a beautiful canvas (I think while
Looking at your face), constructed of
Beautiful extensive eyes that make me feel warm while
They scan my profile.
hair that resembles a mountain
Top, and hands that are made for holding.
I know not the reason for your presence in
My life but if you are meant to go- so be it.
I will throw my paintbrush into the sky
And wish on the stars that the gods drop it
Into the hands of someone worth loving
You.