Under your body, I melt.
I quake.
I breathe.
And each of my breaths
intertwines with yours.
And although we feel one,
I know we are three.
And your artistry,
your gifts,
are yours.
And I want for you to
breathe life into your ideas,
to realize them.
I want you to be as
expansive as you are.
And when you tire,
when you need solace,
come home.
I will be here,
happily waiting for you,
my love.
– Nisha Moodley