Dear Lover,
There is nothing more beautiful than your face showered by moonlight, laved in a dream. What is it to sleep but to trust your lover so deeply that you have no fear of a harmful hand in the darkness? And to see you trusting me is a treasure that no gold can compare to. I will be your guardian. I stroke your cheek with the lightest kiss of my fingertips and paint your lips with my memories of you, to hang you on a wall to admire for the centuries of such a brief life. I breathe the air that you exhale and live in a dream.
And do you trace the peaks of my cheeks with your thumbs? Kiss the shadows beneath my studded ears? Nuzzle the nook of my collar bone? Or lean into the bowl of my palm when I touch your face? You stroke the lines of my skin with buttery softness? I see you trusting me. I hope you see me trusting you.