your fingers have
the perfect crater knuckles,

winding with curves of understanding,
soft ridges aligned.

the gentle embrace of these masterpieces
wrapped around my palm (one inch smaller than yours)

reminds my heart
of your indefinite complexities.

those eyes,
finest mahogany,

textured with your past,
connect our souls, braided.

you are frozen coffee
with an espresso shot.

you are the youthful spring breeze,
cooling my skin to the touch.

thank you for teaching me how to love again;
squeezing me in the dark.

i am truly yours
and you are truly mine.