He was Spring
Your steady warm breath
Against my neck.
Your body wrapped around mine
As if your first instinct is to protect.
You hold my hands in a warm embrace
With the conviction that you will never let go.
Your nose against mine.
Somehow I can still breathe
As if the only air you made was just for me.
My hands under your shirt
Your warmth.
Breaking in the comfort you expell to me
Like a smell I want a candle of.