Y.O.U.

What are you to me? The whiff of cheap cigarette smoke; Like burnt toast on the balmy air A mass of silken ebony; Your age-defying hair A skin both gold and ivory pale; A map of the life you’ve led A warm glow in the pit of my belly The fire that you’ve fed Two clasped palms in a loving squeeze The press of moist pink lips Your sweet breath on my face like an ocean breeze A shiver beneath my fingertips The feeling of belonging wherever you may go A sanctuary in the form of a small & modest man Fidelity just as pure as winter’s driven snow The constant reassurance that I can, I can, I can… I can be the girl that you deserve I can make you smile We can be together forever Forever…and a mile