His face, held in my hands. Nose to nose. His eyes so close.
The warmth I feel, my heart stands still, and my head,
for just a moment.
As if nothing exists, just him and I, a breath between us.
His smile. Just slight. It’s bright and yet it fills me with a stillness.
I can’t explain the warmness. The feeling of his skin. The sliding in-between each other, the tenderness of him.
I feel a sense of safety, keys nor locks could ever give.
Enveloped in his arms is a reminder why I live.
I brush his hair so gently, an extension of myself.
Caressing him is reading me the stories I can tell.
I’ve been through this before but with him, well he is new. A fresher gaze, a lighter taste, a smile among the few.
He is precious, Copenhagen boy. He’s what they say you’ll find,
And I promise I’ll do everything, to not leave him behind.