I know you like a christian knows jesus.
Of the body, in the mind
and there my fingers trace your body all the time.
The outline reminds me of the apple,

a taste ill never know described perfectly to me,
resting on the tip of my tongue,
your scent hovers over my taste buds.

I know you like musicians know the ocean,
every note, every single molecule sliding over each other
to express the shore crashing white noise into the beaches,

to find the most beautiful note in a sea of endless sounds,
when my moon light fingertips pull the chorus from your tide,
your blissful quivers when my sunrise palms cross your horizon.