As I am with You
Emily M. Stewart
As I am with you,
a connection.
Stronger than word or sound,
this language crafted between us.
Our bodies close the empty space,
entangling ourselves in the most fundamental form of communication.
The soothing scent of menthol tingles against my nose as
your weight passes over mine,
a lingering touch met with
the unusual softness of your skin,
And these sacred parts of you
all move in the most human of ways.
Our heartbeats create rhythms as we dance, a feeling, a presence, a state of closeness too
complex for our minds to comprehend
as I am with you.
So delicately your hands wrap themselves around my frame,
the rich curls of your sand-blushed hair become no more than a shadow as I shiver beneath the sheets.
Your face is pale against the warm glow that seeps through my window.
Gentle breaths of delight emit from our lungs as we lay together in the darkness. Brushing my
lips over every inch of you, wrapping each limb across the length of your silhouette,
as if to capture your being in a single moment in time.
If only I could maintain this embodiment with you forever,
safely locked away so that I might always remember it exactly as it is,
as it was,
not worn down from the weathering of our hearts, as our rhythms begin to slow.
If only I could keep this potency,
my expression of love in its purest of forms,
as I am with you.
a connection.
Stronger than word or sound,
this language crafted between us.
Our bodies close the empty space,
entangling ourselves in the most fundamental form of communication.
The soothing scent of menthol tingles against my nose as
your weight passes over mine,
a lingering touch met with
the unusual softness of your skin,
And these sacred parts of you
all move in the most human of ways.
Our heartbeats create rhythms as we dance, a feeling, a presence, a state of closeness too
complex for our minds to comprehend
as I am with you.
So delicately your hands wrap themselves around my frame,
the rich curls of your sand-blushed hair become no more than a shadow as I shiver beneath the sheets.
Your face is pale against the warm glow that seeps through my window.
Gentle breaths of delight emit from our lungs as we lay together in the darkness. Brushing my
lips over every inch of you, wrapping each limb across the length of your silhouette,
as if to capture your being in a single moment in time.
If only I could maintain this embodiment with you forever,
safely locked away so that I might always remember it exactly as it is,
as it was,
not worn down from the weathering of our hearts, as our rhythms begin to slow.
If only I could keep this potency,
my expression of love in its purest of forms,
as I am with you.
Emily M. Stewart entangles a melody of psychology, philosophy, and magic in her writing. A Communications student at Cal Poly Humboldt, she has spent the later years of her education focusing on her battle against chronic illness, and a pesty genetic disease. Despite her best efforts, the common university experience was thwarted by forces beyond our human comprehension, and thus her writing career began. Through her poems, she found a spark of something indescribable, and now only wishes to one day share that spark with others as she mends the wounds of herself and others, one word at a time.
