Attuned

He believes in the magic of shooting stars, and the changing seasons emerge with a blossoming that has him pondering hibernating in the deep woods, and there’s nothing more peaceful than watching him create heavenly dishes for me to taste test.  
 
I look at him, and for a brief moment, I pondered what you’d be like when you strip away your ego, and then I realised that you’re not yet fully grown; beyond numbers indeed, by virtue and deed alone, and you’re polar opposites as I’m tangled up in his devotion & confidence.
 
It’s almost as though he can read my mind, and sense my feelings as the little things he does keep me tethered to his psyche, and I feel as though I should pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.  
 
The way he tuned into my unspoken words, by way of navigation during the twilight, leaves me breathless and we don’t speak of our feelings for his touch and soft whispers alone tells me all that I need to know.  
 
Besides, the fact that the local florist around the corner thinks he has a fetish for flowers, and I feel blessed to be able to cry unashamedly to him, without ever having to explain the source of my own internal pain; the kind, that drives me insane.  
 
He’s the blessing that my heart & soul waited patiently for, and his hungry kisses trigger a cascade that grips me beyond the moment.