This morning...

Laying here in the dark and quiet of the early morning, I can picture you as clearly as if you were here beside me. I know your scent and wish that it still lingered here with me - but it has been too long since you were here last and has faded from these bed sheets... I can imagine it though...

I know your territories and the changing feel of your skin - from the impossible softness of your cheeks to the strength of your freckled back to the soles of your feet. I have explored those territories and know them by heart and yet I feel that I have barely begun my journey. My eyes closed, I can picture my hands finding you here and exploring all over again. There is a treasure in the touch of your skin - a press of thumb between your shoulder blades, my cheek pressed to the back of your knee, your hand on the back of my neck as I press my lips to your collar bone... There is a treasure in the feel of you and I am greedy for it..

I know the wild tumble of your hair and I know the feel of your curls against my cheek as you kiss me. I can imagine falling into the tumble, burying my face to whisper in your ear.

I know the sound of your voice and the changing tones...  I have heard joy, sadness, pride, anger, passion, and love in your voice... I have heard more than you have said... I have felt the whisper of your voice in my ear...

But mostly I think of your face...

I have seen your face in the changing light of this room as it brightens into the morning. I have seen your face in the slant of a sunny winter day. I have seen your face in the middle of a brilliant summer day. I have watched your face as a sun sets, colours and mood changing with every passing minute. I can imagine your face here, now, in the dim light of this room.. I can see the angle of your jaw from ear to chin - the roundness of your cheeks when you smile, and the corners of your eyes... or how they change when you look at me sometimes - that spot on your cheeks just below your eyes... I know your nose and your brow and your small ears... but as always, what holds me are your eyes... they change with your moods and thoughts - from piercing hard coal to gentle softness to holding a depth of emotion that I can scarce imagine... Now though, I imagine them in their medium brown colour, partial half mooned, but with a message in them trying to be conveyed... It is a look that I have seen before and I hold it in my mind now... you look at me with that look as I touch the back of your arm to your shoulder and then trace a line down your back...

You are beautiful and I am drawn into your orbit... I couldn't fight it if I wanted to... I keep falling.