I could stare at her for hours
That woman whose stolen my heart.
As she lies next to me, her back turned away
I trace her outline and shift closer
To smell her hair and count the freckles dotting the nape of her neck.
I breathe in: she’s beautiful.
It must have been the mussels, she made the call.
Reaching out, souls searching souls.
We connected that first night and I knew then it was beyond my control.