I envision you like a lover. The perfection of your body, every extension and limb serves a purpose. Your soft introduction lures me in and the vivid image of our contact is painted with ease by your pen. Our garments are shed so as to share our essence, I look past the heavy handed definitions of clothing and instead I consume you as you are. I make no edits to your demeanor, your countenance expresses your current mood and conveys to me how you wish to be held. The perfect sentence is read, felt, and received… I could not ask for more. Our relationship parallels this paradox, elusive though you may be I still seek you now. I will always look for your hand in the dark.