For A, on your birthday

If I could write a poem about you,
to tell you how I feel,
I would tell you all those things,
that make you ethereal;
and beautiful, for sure.
Like stars in heaven,
clusters of constellations,
and galaxies unknown;
energies flow
in a way I've never..
This experience is magic;
amidst chaos it whispers,
a quiet song of lovers,
feeling gentle in the moonlight.
Entangled in a womb of safety,
as your kisses heal a wounded heart,
a fragile spirit, searching for
something different, something pure.
And real, I feel
is the essence your being,
a lovely tenderness
that lifts my spirits;
as you take me to
better existences,
a journey
I'm wholly ready for,
I'll float,
and fly high above the clouds.
Where vulnerabilities lie
awake and fresh,
like new skin,
we sit quietly.
And I'll wait there with you,
holding on to
the bittersweet moments
of fate, and futures to be told.