pristine

I am happy you exist in this home I built for us.

it was like we were in a state of warmth

all year round

building mounds of what consist

of what it was like being in love

with you

being screwed was not an option

falling in love with who you were

was not some painting put up for auction

because there was cautious 

inside of your humble eyes

that didn't seem to die

and lying down by your side

was something magical.

all skin and bones still

 new to thy

self

but honey of mine: 

your touch was pristine.