when he is by my side
everything is purple with a blueish hue
his voice
is the breeze by the ocean at nine o clock
and the look in his eye
is the way the stars paint the sky at twilight
the freckle underneath his eye
connects me to the constellation
that are held in his irises
and when he holds me
everything is warmer
the stress leaves my shoulders
his arms belong
around my frame
as i sink into his every breath
he is a safe haven
the comfort of rain before sleep
and every single thought
as my head hits the pillow
