always, you

Art and poem

How I ache

gently,

wildly,

for the music

of your voice

to fold itself

into the hush

before sleep.

To feel your touch

not flame,

but electricity

resurrecting nerves and

naming the forgotten

ache beneath skin.

The press of your mouth

on mine,

not final,

but eternal.

Stay,

linger like summer dusk.

Drape your arms around me

as if I were a constellation

you intended to chart.

Let your legs find mine

in that quiet tangle

where language dissolves

and only breath speaks.

Let us laugh,

together,

into the arriving light;

not as strangers

returning to solitude,

but as twin notes

in the same melody,

the same book,

reread and rewritten.

It has always been you;

the prologue,

the plot,

the promise.

A single thread

running through the fabric

of my becoming.

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Love and light 🔆