Loving

Loving him feels tangible.

Not like it's some abstract dragon

I keep chasing and never actually get to touch.

Loving him feels like the dust is finally settling

as it reflects golden hour light.

Loving him feels warm as cheeks kissed

by the warmth of winter sun,

and cool as noses nipped by sea breezes.

Loving him 

can be felt in real time

can be heard in echoes

can be smelled in my sheets 

can be seen in every smile he creates

and can be tasted in sweet kisses placed 

on my forehead, and collar bones, and cheeks. 

Loving him is shocking and unexpected 

but nothing in the world has ever felt more right.