My joy pours through my fingertips,
splashing my reckless adoration
across pages
like milk,
Until I am left,
breathless as stars,
letting the
wholeness,
the fierce fragility of these feelings
rest,
sinking sweetly into skin.

The silence
between, until -
Saturates my sky with the texture
of a growing hope
as the wind murmurs songs
of love
and your name.

Still. -

These moments
between, until -
move with a linger and ache;
Hangs,
holding the wish..
(this mouth becomes awkward to articulate.)

So,
this heart endures.
This body
waits..

Until!
With sharpened illumination
the sunrise of his next words
buries my dark, and my heart
weeps
to contain its happiness,
while I mouth your phrases
warm honeyed soft..
And my lips hope
this is what love tastes like.