He kisses passionately

Like the sun on my skin

On the first day of summer


He fills my mind like a full moon

On a cloudy night

His laugh echoes louder than the morning birds’ song


I could go as far as saying he is my Earth, that without him

The tides would stray, the trees would wither,

And the sun would hide in the moon for comfort


But I only see him how I have painted him

I expect him to be what he is not

If I just put down the paintbrush and wake up,

I’ll see that he is just him

The tide will still rise, the trees will still breathe,

And the sun will still burn