Stars are in your eyes and there is God, right there,
peeking through for you are surely heaven sent.
I feel it, there, in my chest – my heart recognizes
the good, the awkward, flawed you, the perfect you
because you are riveting and intoxicating in your flaws –
and when our skin touches it scorches violently
and my stomach drops, twists, turns and burns
I feel the fiery urge to press my body against yours
and never let go.