Once you were an atlas
that my hands ached to trace.
Miles spread before me,
a planet in concentrate.

To roll like a child
down the valleys of your ribs,
to race the sunset
across the horizon of your throat.

To swim for hours
in the halcyon of your eyes,
to lie amongst the flowers
in the crook of your elbow.

Of all the lands
I have travelled in my time,
I can say in truth,
you are my favourite.

And when I die,
tell them to bury me here,
my epitaph written
in the freckles on your wrist.

Barely 8 in the morning and already thoughts of you dominate my mind.
When I think of you, I smell citrus and see summer.
I see warmth and lazy smiles.
I see clear blue water, like the colour of your eyes.
There's a second son on earth and I know that that son is you.

When I dream of you, I see winter and wool blankets. I see the frostbite melt away in the warmth of our intertwined fingers.
I hear the silence, beautiful in all its noiselessness - like your voice.

When I speak of you, I see spring - where everything must blossom again.
I see bright colours and they remind me of your soul.
The words that tumble from my lips are 'beautiful, tender; strong' and although I describe the trees, in my mind I see only you.

While autumn being being beautiful and all, I don't see you there. I don't hear you there either.
In autumn you are summer and in winter you are spring.

Its you, and only you who to my heart on any day can all these seasons bring.

I kept seeing his eyes.
The way his nose set in his face.
The curve of his lips, the corners of his mouth when he smiled.

It was as if I couldn't think of anything else but that particular shade of blue and the secrets they hid beneath them.

As if his smile could tell me more about him than his voice ever could.

I kept seeing his fingers, the way they connected to his hands.
And I thought of the things that could be said with them, the things that could be felt.

And I knew I was getting ahead of myself because I hadn't even spoken to him.
I knew that the hours left till I saw him again would feel like years.
But I knew I  would take those years, take them doubled and tripled just for another glimpse, another fleeting moment of his eyes meeting mine.