You

In taking a fresh breath of oxygen can intoxicate every cell yet nothing compared to breathing in another's exhaling force. More than intoxication, breathing your sweet breath makes all other breaths I take seem stale. These seemingly stale breaths still feed my blood stream oxygen allowing my pulsing heart to beat, but it's function is only that. Totally lacking that fierce exhilaration of electricity streaming through every hair, to every tip of my body. How it is that the very fabric of my being depends on you, depends on how every bit of my energy is demanded by you, I know not. Awaiting the waves of clarity to wash over me again seems futile, perhaps clarity lays waiting in the deep waters of your brown eyes. Those eyes which seem to pierce my soul as I lay pressed against your body, your hands grazing my skin, completely taking me in. Oh those eyes. Those eyes which see every part of me locking me in a gaze I cannot nor wish to break. To say what my body, my soul longs to call out to you, that I love you, seems insufficient. A complete loss of expression for all expression be lost upon my words. Yet creativity not wasted instead in our meeting of body and minds we are connected and compelled.