my heart is a rocket

for you, passing

through the atmosphere

to land on a shore of

infinite and complex beauty.

my love is cool breeze to

chill you out when it's too

hot to think, and a warm

breeze to wrap around you

when you feel the cold 

in your bone marrow.

my eyes are gifts from

somewhere else, to glance

fleetingly at you, and my

gaze is a gift from 

elsewhere, given to look at

you for hours and hours.

my hands have been built

to touch your hand secretly

in public, and to slowly

traverse you when its just us

lying naked and clothed

at home.

my body is a temple to

worship you, to be there

when you want a hot

weetie but haven't got a 

microwave. or when 

you've watched a sad movie

and want someone to hold.

my tongue and lips

were made to kiss

and praise everything

about you - even if you're

not here, and my heart is

made out of liquid silver

to flow around yours, forever

keeping yours safe.