poem to the opposite sex.

Oh God I’d like to find that happiness in your eyes within the shine that lights their color.
To see the fragile flight taken in the earliest sunrise formed from the shining life that splits through the seams in your skin.
Your silent beauty restores hope in the broken body, and with it
I could slip into oblivion without word.
I could cherish your soul through falter and triumph and take with me the knowledge that if I ever lose my lungs I could learn to breathe through your lips.
I will forever hold these tiny weather veins that your hands have given mine, so I can always feel your wind in my heart; the gentle vibration in my waiting ears.
For now I lay trust in the threads of my sheets to make me feel as the warm embrace of your touch, until your return.