Sweet notes of honeysuckle linger in the air
Mixing with the whisky on his breath
I bury my face in the crook of his neck
Melting into him like chocolate chips in cookie dough
He becomes my altar
Where I bend and pray
In worship
And thanksgiving
I offer him each of my worries
And revel in the strength behind his embrace
He is my love
And I am his
The pulse of his heart beating
Against mine
Thump
Thump thump
Thump
Calming the panic buzzing through me
I match the pace of his breath
In and out
One
Two
Three
He squeezes his arms around me
Keeping me grounded in his strong foundation
My love
And his