I want to finger paint you against the sunset, encapsulating your beauty for a moment in time, enraptured by the glow of fading light

I want to catch your gaze as you laugh, your eyes alight with glee ascribed to the humor of something so seemingly mundane

I want to kiss you beneath the stars, each one singing a tale of long since forgotten lovers who have carved their paths below them

I want to hold you for endless minutes, the touch of your skin scorching into my memory the intimacy and intricacy of such fleeting embraces

You are divine essence in motion. You are ethereal.