haven’t i always loved you like this?
your head back, prickling with newly shaved hair; your neck exposed;
laugh lines imbedded deep like rivers eroding your face, creating a landscape that i kiss over and over; a storm passes over the gentle terrain;
your lips against mine; a silent oath that we’ve uttered a thousand times before;
if this is sin then i want god to cast me down; i’d rather one second basking in the light of your smile than an eternity in his;
for your smile is formed by my hand alone.