A song for him

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the propigates fire
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda

When the torch is light inside my heart, this is the melody it plays.  The words flow from my memory to my idyllic composure of his face toward me, bathing in sunlight.  The contour of his lips half cocked as he draws a grin from his face.  He exudes warmth on bitter, cold days and green summer glowing months.  His has taken up residency, tenure in my soul.  He has embraced every vein, every wisp of what I feel, his body swarms over me.  I love him without demands.   He is the best lover I will ever have.  ejayK 4ever. (somewhat of a fake name to disguise the guilty)