Intellectual Compliments

You look just like a pre-Raphaelite painting today. 

To be consumed by your gaze, your embrace.
I've hallucinated, both in the transience in-between state of sleeping and waking and in moments of seemingly full alertness, your presence and your touch.
I move between desire and sadness,
Your absence guts that which gives me balance.

All Day in Bed

She became so intimately acquainted with her bed, the sheets, and the duvet that it was almost indecent.