Worlds within walls,
a sanctuary softly scented
in leather and sunlight.
How do you trace seasons
when a sigh contains eons
and lasts a second all at once?
How do you name your sweet–
heart wearing a thousand faces,
nonexistent beyond your eyes?
How do you accept a life of security
when desires linger just beyond your fingertips,
where time is nonexistent and love so inconsequential?