I love the heat; he's a summer afternoon in the city. Spare and lean, his face is angled, a little scary. Yet his eyes are soft. They are brown/green wells of old pain and loneliness, but hope and joy shine in their depths. He's never given up. When he wears his facepaint, they are hidden, those eyes of incredible emotion. He barely smiled, but when he smiles, even the shadows dance in the light. He didn't realize how tangible his aura was until people commented on the change. It is palpable, alive, glowing - and now more than ever he shines. His face, so oddly foreboding, breaks into a grin easily. His eyes dance. I love the feel of his face in my hands, his lips on my skin.

Intense, his eyes, his regard, his emotions. It hums off his skin. I've been told I am the live wire in someone's arms, but holding him is like holding a live wire. He trembles and he is strong, hard and soft at the same time. He's so alive, so vivid, so at odds with his shyness. The shyness; the vulnerable sweet little boy inside his wiry frame is so endearing.

Gangly and possessed; an amalgam of youth and age, experience and wonder. I love the white in his goatee; instead of age, it brings out his liveliness. I love his hands; the thought of them touching me leaves me weak and breathless. I love to touch him, to feel him with my hands, my skin; I want to taste him and breath him in. I want his arms around me, his lips on my forehead - I feel safe, loved, whole.

The sound of his voice flows over me, into my head, fills my heart. The sight of him always makes me catch my breath. My eyes sought him out even before I understood why; now, they hunger for his glance. He makes me feel at peace and agitated, calm and crazy. It has always felt right and comfortable, but now the fear is leaving; I feel a little more secure. I always feel that time is against me, but he has waited a long long time - for me. For Me.

I am the value, the light, the factor, the hope. He is my heart, my soul, my love, the breath I take, the warmth of the sun, the beauty in the day. He is the missing part of my soul. I am his completion. We belong to each other, by each other, with each other, for each other.