What a life in inertia
To breathe your sighs as a dew cloud
And let it graze my eyelashes.
You’re so close we’re one.

Soft and proud, gentle.
Tracing sonnets over your skin
White hot on dawn’s horizon,
You yawn, lazily and beautiful

What are you but sun-basked
Bright-blue just-floating myth-beauty
Peaceful.
Time is tapping at the window.

What are you but a cathedral
Embodiment of my thoughts and yet,
You’re the wind twitching the curtains,
The morning swallows dipped in gold.

You’re shielding your eyes from the sun
You’re smiling
Why, if I cease to be yours,
I cease to be anything at all.