Compatibility is a beautiful thing
when it exists. To feel someone on
a molecular level—their breathing
exhaled in sync with your thoughts,
their imprint inside the space of
your narrow veins. Your nuclei
wrapped in familiar second skins,
circling each other like binary stars.

I wonder how long the heart
can withstand deep longing
before the wave of aching
inevitably crests and breaks

I look forward to the day where the dreams of my future take up more space than the nostalgia of my past.

you exist in the space
between push and pull

come a little closer
but stay a little farther

adore me, feel me
but don’t love me

this may all end
before it can begin

reveling in this feeling—
the butterflies unfurling
touches of light wings
against the heart

fluttering that overlaps,
an intricate gossamer veil,
too vulnerable, lovely
in its meaning

“You’re a canvas.”

“If I’m a canvas, does that mean you’re going to make art on me? Am I going to be your masterpiece?”

“I’d very much like to make art on you. And with you. And in you.”