Like A Painting..

he sits – leaning to the side.

His lips supple and red, parted slightly

as if to suggest he’s ready to be kissed.

Skin like porcelain – and soft as silk.

Black hair and dark eyes that echo

the dark inside.

Whimsical his backward stance.

Intoxicating this photograph.

Something held and holding within me

the light inside.

A candle for him,

That moment between sleep and waking.

That first taking in of every breath.

Each aperture of my eyes adjusts,

flicker and gaze

Into him..

Like a painting on the canvas of where my happiness lives.