For Luke - no.6

E.E. Cummings once wrote “I like my body when it is with your body” but how could he write that about any body besides yours? 
The freckle on the bridge of your nose, the way that your fingertips tracing my lips gives me shivers down my tired spine. 
You’re the lighthouse in my storm, the moment when the clouds part and the sunlight peeks shyly through …