I wish I could put it into words,
the mixture of senses I feel.
I can smell the color of your hair,
and feel the sound of your sigh.
Flickering eyelashes, and pursed eyebrows.
What do you dream of,
if anything at all?
How is it that I can’t sleep around you,
but I never feel tired?
Why is it that I’m comforted and terrified
by your presence?
