He is my love
by Karina Brandt
He is my love
When I look at him from the distance
I want to kiss him
I want to touch him
I want to breathe him in –
I want to be him.
I want to get inside him
And fill him out
From fingertips to his toes –
Like a spirit taking invetory of his body.
To be the closest to him I can be
I can’t get enough
I want to be one – with him.
He is perfection
He is everything I dreamt of
He is all I’ll ever need
He is – my love