I’ve traced the lines on your face,
And felt the curve of your lips on my fingers.
Found the skin above your
is my favourite place to kiss.
I’ve closed my eyes and consumed
the scent of you.
Tasted the fold behind your ear
Brushed my nose against your temple
Where the beat b e a t thud of your heart
is translated in pulse.
And I smile because I know I make it race.
And that you know I do too.
You’re stupidly imperfect,
but I’ve memorised you like
I could taste the sun on your palm.