Press yourself to me until inside
and forever let me know you are there.
Every breath is you.
Every smell is you.
Everything I taste has the savor of you.
I look around and everything is you.
Noise settles into the house with the timber of you.
The gentle cloth of day has the touch of you.
The night smells of you.
The rain is full of your wetness.
Sunlight is full of the color of you.
The tree is full of the wood of you.
It’s roots keep me planted in you.
I do not sway for I am anchored in your love.
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