Lusus Naturae

I love her. 

She haunts my days and nights. I could never imagine a sweeter haunting. I welcome the chills she brings my way. We are so in tune that…in my thinking of our embrace, I find solace because I know she’s thinking of the same thing. Every time I kiss her, time doesn’t only stop, but it keeps watch; envious that it will never find its match. Instead, unbeknownst to us, she kisses the space around us creating a boundary; a sanctuary of which only her and I can exist, together, as one. 

To put things in simpler terms rather than elongating them in poetry of which only her and I can understand…she is my everything. She is my fantasy alive, my delicate muse…my ideal view of perfection and beauty incarnate. She is my darling. 

Indeed, she is.