Beauty, in my eye, yet I do not hold you.
Every curve, every contour, every thing.
A desire in me, exceeding need for breath.
******* my soul with her very existence.
That I could clothe myself in her wake.
Immerse this broken into her healing.
Fate propels us to futile fusions, desolate.
Unrooted in fertile lands, I am nothing.
Lifted by your beautiful, I am everything.