I’m watching you sleep, golden-skinned among a tangle of white linen sheets.
That’s my favorite background for you, in a bed of white, muscle and strength stretched out, dark hair a contrast to the pillows you’ve shoved to the side, your face a peaceful poem.
I wonder if you know how many mornings I stare at you like this, eyes lingering on the curve of your exquisite ass, the broad of your back, the curve of your biceps.
I wonder if you know that hearing your soft breathing is a tonic for my soul.
I wonder if you know that my heart skips a beat when I think that one day I’ll open my eyes and you won’t be here.
It makes me want to hold you close and never let you go, to lock you up in a tower far away and throw away the key.
It makes me want to never wake you, so that this vision will somehow last for eternity.
Twenty-one Valentines’ and a day—time has flown on the wings of my dreams and still I never have enough of you.
You awoke a hunger that will never be sated. You awoke a love that has no reason or ending.
I want to cheat death, offer anything in return, to never have to see your place beside me empty.