Warmth

in the moonlight
you are
a foreign language
i long to
learn.

and although
your temple
is far too
holy

i am not captivated by
the serenity of your cheeks
the promise of your hands
the entrance of your eyes
or the breath of your skin

but rather by

the serenity of your words
the promise of your laughter
the entrance of your selflessness
and the breath of your love.

i am drowning
in the
richness
of the
sun.

-warmth

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