the cells in my body scream his name
and they shake their insides, with all of those
organelles and heartbeats.
he is walking in a forest, and the trees
watch him, welcoming his beauty into the woods
where the faeries live.
they whisper his name, and watch the flowers glow
as he strides by, conserving the natural world
with his soul.
they listen to him speak, the sweet noise
and how his breath soothes the entire world
and makes angels jealous.
when he is absent, i feel what i feel when he
is close, that emotional velco, vibrating and
stretched kilometres.