Your face is sweet, beautiful
like a piece of art I could never afford.
All I can do is look,
let my gaze travel slowly,
memorizing the curves,
the way your mouth tilts,
how your eyes seem to part me open.

Every detail of you
wild, deliberate,
chaotic and perfect
pulls me closer.

I want to touch you,
but I’m afraid my fingers would melt
against your heat.
Afraid I’d ruin something holy
by wanting it too much.

You are beauty that does not belong to earth
beauty that belongs in the hush
between a gasp and a kiss,
in the moment when skin
finally gives way to skin.

Still, the thought of you
rests heavy in my body,
coiling low,
rising each time I breathe your name.

I keep searching for meaning,
but it’s you
only you
who can tell me what to do
with this hunger.