I love with my hands as they hold gentle to the backs of your arms,
A chest to my head hums a sound of such conviction.
A compelling starvation only satisfied by the moments you've placed your presence in my palms,
Configuring a phantasmal display of coloration into my eyes.
And you live behind my lids,
   As you echo in my mind,
allowing yourself to
be stationed throughout my ears,
with soft demand.