You are an ache, a throb,
a tremble in my heart.
The stroke of copper lightening.
I have etched you in my lines,
in margins I’ve swathed you
in resplendent hues of color.
Your voice is a tender quake,
your breath a hive of honey.
I am a gentle tug you barely notice,
a fleeting rain shower on a summer day,
the gentle wave washed upon your shore
where I have tethered my soul to yours.