the smell of you lingers on my pillow, and if i could bottle it like a perfume
i would nane it after the glow in your eyes
a scent so heavenly,
each breath is a scared prayer
to the temple of your love.
i worship no god,
and i follow no holy script,
yet your hands could build a religion of which i would devote.
the pilgrimage to your heart
was the easiest journey ive taken.
like falling asleep embraced in familiarity,
the calm after the storm.
