Reflection of myself in your crystal

blue eyes.

Similar to rising stained glass windows or

bits and pieces within a kaleidoscope.

Fingers slowly running over your blank canvas

collar bones.

Broad arms underneath my warm,

bare neck.

Memorising each heart beat per minute

with the rise

and

fall of your chest.

Your hands could grab the

stars from the sky, bringing me the universe.

What's mine is yours.

Who am I to you?