I want to watch you write.
Sense the natural and unnatural light in the room.


Browse the books on your shelf.
Feel your mind and body gently rocking back and forth.


Smell the potpourri and candles and the faint hold of cinnamon in the velvet curtains.
Extend my hand to the softness that is the back of your neck.


Hear you sigh and relax.
While you let tiny things safely explode inside your universe.