maybe god was here.

I am unaware, really, if god has any part to say in this. But I think that sometimes, maybe god was here, at some point, in some representation. Because I feel the emotion like a weight, like a true and physical weight that I am blessed. I am privileged.. to be able to curl into your side, to wrap my hands around your wrists and run them down your sides and memorize your body. But I know you. I know you like I've always known you. Like I've touched you my entire life. My hands remember you.

They know where to fit.

Overwhelming. You are overwhelming. My love for you swells in my chest; I always feel too small to contain it. I feel like a cup that's too full, sloshing around and whispering over the brim. You run down my cheeks like tears.

I want to trace my tongue over your skin, to write poetry in the hollows of your ribs. I want to write sonnets in the curve of your hips, leave haiku written on the inside of your lower lip. I want to write free verse across your back with my hands curved around your shoulder blades that stick out like wings straining for air when you flex, and revel in the fact of the matter that nobody can see it like I do. Nobody can see you the way I do.

I would die for you.