I want to be the gentle breeze that tickles your skin in the morning and the quieting of songbirds at night, the rising of your sun
and the setting of it
to be there to sprinkle you with kisses in soft morning light
and kiss you passionately in the darkness of night

I want to never tire of looking into your eyes
And seeing myself there,
marvelling at how the light plays tricks every time we blink
I want to be spooned by you after our bodies have witnessed passion play
To dissolve in your arms
And find myself still there the next morning
I want you like the moon wants to change its phases