Love letter # 166

My senses swirl around you. Picture you in minute detail, carve you in feeling, fill the air with your voice. I carry you with me as scent. Memory. Desire. I feel for you in the space beside me; trace your outline in thin air. Even the emptiness, the quiet, the absence…these too are renderings of you.

Or rather, is it that all these otherwise ordinary things are now the world recast, as though glimpsed through the eye transfixed? Indeed, I am prepared to concede that all this lovely electricity would be a flatline without you.

So, let me say it plain. Unadorned. You are the form of the beautiful. I am merely the beholder.