i break your spine

each morning

play around with thoughts of you

every day

under the cover

embraced in quiet touch

i ruffle the edges of your art.

as you sleep by my side at night

i recall the stories that you tell

i dream of future, desire and meadows

i realise life without you would be hell.

i endure the longing

of always wanting more

of you

my book

the gracious lover on my throne