Not even the way
the moon glows
and lights up the
night sky
can compare
to the sound of your
enticing heartbeat
thump
      thump
            thump
against your
prisoned chest
as your head lay
etched into my neck.

Not even the feel
of raindrops against
my cheeks
compares to
the feel of your hands
as they press into
my very palms,
run down my body,
even as you hold
my face with gentle
care.

Not even the smell
of freshly cut wood,
or baked cookies
compares to the smell
of your strong cologne,
nestled in the tiny
particles of your shirt
and nestled in the skin
of your neck.

Not even the sight
of a beautiful sunset
on the beach
or a lovely rainbow
full of distracting colors
compares to the sight
of your golden eyes
on a hot summer day,
or even your handsomeness
that's constantly showing.

Nothing
   compares
       to
         you

*a.m.