his hands are art, and sometimes I can never look away.
I imagine them everywhere; on my thigh
or my neck during the night,
and tracing my back during the day.

I don’t think i’ve ever known love like this, to love someone completely, every part of them. The worst and best part is,
is that I’ve never met him.
But I know him,
He visits me in my dreams and fogs my thoughts, my mind has become so embedded in the idea of loving him I’m afraid I will never love anyone like I love him.