I often compare your kisses to nicotine

addictive

I often compare your touch to jumper cables

electrifying

I often compare your voice to an angels

thick and dark and comforting

but however hard I try to compare you
or label your sweet and tender refrains
I find myself facing the reality of it all

that there is no comparison

and I am just riddling sweet nothings

alone in my bed

because the sheets still smell of your ravishing embrace.

(i.r)