His Love

His love
is like the first
light
that peeks
over the horizon
during
the crack of dawn.

His presence
without
touch
leaves me
with a subtle
but
incessant
ache
to feel
the warmth
of his
breath
as he trails
my lips
with his tongue
whilst whispering
those words
of everlasting
promise
and
love.

Knowing
I'm his
fondest
dream
leaves me
smitten
and
longing
for more
than just
a brief
moment.

I would
proffer
my life
to share
in sickness
and
in health
for better
or
worst
but he can't  
see
that
I'm still waiting
on
him to arrive.

So
I drift
upon
the remnants
of his
sweet
love.