Is it the way your hair falls across your forehead
Or how your eyes glisten with love and promise?
Is it the way your skin feels, both warm and silken
As I whisper my fingertips across the angles of your face?
Can it be the tremble in your lower lip, the point of your chin
And the breath I know you are holding that urges me on?
It is this and much more, as I close the distance between us
And take you into my arms at last.
It is you and me, together, making that long wait between
The wanting and the having so poignant,
So terribly hard to bear.
As I press my lips to the soft skin of your neck,
Your scent fills the empty places in my heart once more
And I thank the gods you are in my life.