I like to see your eyes closed and imagine that they are open, because your beautiful eyes are as enigmatic as the universe itself.

I drink to feel better,
I drink to feel fine.
I drink because I miss you,
Is there anymore wine ?

I read your tears this morning,
words written with salt water
eroded a part of me, deep inside.
You are never alone,
Know this, as I plead with you,
beg of you.
I walk, filled with the light you gave me once
I offer it back, on bended knees
as I mourn the loss of your smile.

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.

"If you're my anchor, save me."

Sweet chocolates,
Beautiful roses,
Symbols of love as they say.
But nothing can be
Sweeter and lovelier
Than having you
Here with me,
Enjoying each others company.