I've spent years trying to describe you, 

the moments between us that are able 

to halt all surrounding clocks.

Hours, minutes, seconds, 

and the smaller fractions within 

that we should know better than 

to try clinging to because

They pour and cover us like rain

soon to dry from fragile skin, 

but just a little seeps through our pores 

and it's more than enough 

to build worlds in one another

Even if there are places in me 

that you know nothing about right now, 

folds in my heart that seem unable 

to let anyone or anything inside, 

they will open slowly for you in time.

Just as the light inside you was patient, 

reluctant at first before blooming 

into a glow radiating through all I am.

I still try to find the right words, 

framing syllables and tying sentences together, 

no combination or code can match your exact form, 

no shade accurately describes the spectrum 

of colors created when the sunlight strikes your hair and skin.

I should know better than to 

wield speech or ink to replicate you

Because the collision of language can pour 

to create sonnets, chapters, and novellas

that can seep through our pores 

as all other words are washed away, 

but the letters we keep within

are more than enough to build 

worlds within one another.

Even if there are places in you 

I do not know how to navigate yet, 

maps and doors that seem to only 

lead to dark territories, 

they will begin to pulse with glows in time

Just as the light in me was waiting 

for your presence before blooming to life.

I shouldn't try so hard to find

every word to describe you, 

I should just let every moment between us 

seep through our pores 

because they are the pieces we're meant to 

hand over and use to build 

worlds within one another.