i brush the two platinum strands that dance with your lashes and cause you to stir.
i can’t help but run my hand through the rest of the softness.
i see sparkles.
you put on a show for me,
and i am that.
sleeping but awake.
i spend the night exploring your lines and curves.
they are a map,
a blueprint of my desire.
i locate myself along these coordinates
and position my body at various points of interest.
i stand guard for you tonight.
i watch over you
and the gods have my back because of this.
exposed and unarmed,
i have faith i will come out the other side.
my time here is a gift,
not a distraction.
i treat every letter and thought as if it were the first
each step we take together holds the vitality and spark of birth and death.
you say as a child you dreamt of a life in eden;
tasting vedic nectar and mother’s milk.
you are the garden and always have been.
and for lack of proximity,
i will tend to you from afar.