My joy pours through my fingertips,
splashing my reckless adoration across pages like milk,
Until I am left,
breathless as stars,
letting the wholeness,
the fierce fragility of these feelings rest,
sinking sweetly into skin.

The silence between, until -
Saturates my sky with the texture of a growing hope as the wind murmurs songs of love and your name.

Still. -

These moments between, until -
move with a linger and ache;
holding the wish.
(this mouth becomes awkward to articulate.)

this heart endures.
This body waits..

With sharpened illumination the sunrise of his next words buries my dark, and my heart weeps to contain its happiness,
while I mouth your phrases warm honeyed soft.
And my lips hope this is what love tastes like.