I can feel your hands
and the way they loosely touch my spine.
Your warm breath behind my neck, and your freckles that are like tiny specks caught up in my fingertips;
I'd remember every corner of your skin even with my two eyes closed,
I'd know you're around just by the sweet deep timber of your voice.
Every morning I run my hands through your hair,
That is like a cure you never thought you'd need for your despair.
Your lips on mine
And our love bordering with the divine.
I look at you and I know where my mind and heart belong.
For you are not beside but within me.
I have you, dear, and I can't see beyond it.