Written by Alex Greenspoon
I can’t wait for the opportunity to hold her against my chest,
As her body pressed onto mine,
After I twirl her and our spins turn to slow sways.
I am once again blessed to have her close to me,
An intimate embrace wherein I express my gratitude to God for giving me such an opportunity- such a privilege.
I am privileged to love you, I am privileged to hold you, I am privileged to have my fingers interlocked so tightly with yours, I announce in a whisper.
My voice overpowered by my heart beating crescendo.
It pushes through my vigilant ribcage to reach hers.
The cotton fibers of my clothing are fixed to my flesh. My leaky heart stains my stomach in exudation.
My blood is pronounced as it leaks onto my shirt,
Leaving stamps on hers as her heart kisses mine.
Our skin grows together, as if the wounds in our chests are blisters healing in conjunction,
our bodies are officially one.
My body is hers to lie with, hers to cling onto.
For I will conserve her precious heart as ours beat at the same pace, as hers holds mine like I hold her.
I embrace her as I call her my love,
My beautiful angel.