In the moments that we’re apart

I listen to Boyz II Men and think of every curve of your body. Your existence is poetry and your very breath is defiance against the foundations of a world built on the demons of our base nature

You move through the world as a hurricane with a sheltered eye, the calm of your storm a gift that few could ever see. Even that rarity would see nothing of yourself; in their ignorance of your true nature they would see only what they wanted

You move as waves crash and love as fire burns

You make me brave to love you. Breathing water would be easier than breathing without you

You will always see yourself as the lucky one and never understand the warmth of your fire and the shade of you waves

I would burn alive without your fire