You.
I've thought about you every day this week.
And even though I can't ever seem to think clearly when you're around, I've managed to express myself through words.
First I started thinking about that dimple in your left cheek, right next to your nose when you smile. It is solitary and it's made me think of myself. I wish I, too, could live in you.
Then I remembered the way your eyes do that thing when you talk about art, and your favorite things and places. Do not ask me to describe the 'thing' for beautiful things are almost impossible to describe, if you do you're at risk of people hearing the description and mistaking beauty for ordinary things.
Then I thought about how soft and creamy your skin looks and how I wished I could turn myself into a particle, perhaps even a germ, to live forever between those soft palaces of yours.
Oh and your lips, how could one not talk about your lips? So plump and full and red, they could drive a man mad. Any man.
So imagine my pleasure, to walk next to you and feel your curves pressing against me, imagine how lucky of a man I must be.
My muse,
You're all I see.
And how could one not look at you?
For you shine brighter than any other star ever could.