“But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.”

Remember when Hershey was the only kiss we were looking for.

We may be sweet but that is no invitation for taste.

Don’t shame a woman for speaking her truth because it should be universal.

My mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.

Longing made a home in my body.

A year ago we battled atoms to see each other – spaced apart but still so close together in heart.

I could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.

The stars can’t compete with your glow so don’t let the world take it away.

Our love is that light up every room star.

Tied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

Write me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck.

Your legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams.

Look at our story: It is enduring.

The monsters are no longer under our beds.

I never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.

Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.

The eye altering, alters all.

Men trust their ears less than their eyes.

I have eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like an ostrich and long, limp hair. You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.

I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.