virtue

I slipped away last night as we held each other tangibly
The tingle of your whispers companionably resides in the patterns of my ears
I remain speechless, yet gratified, as your breath continues to warm my neck
Goose bumps linger upon porcelain skin as your fingertips trace the outline of my body
To think how I previously misconstrued my knowledge of love; never worthy of comparison to what we have created together
It’s not just the candles that make your eyes sparkle like the night
Your fixated stare is flirting with me; as you blink slowly and the sparkle disappears
I hold your hand, and my breath waiting to see it again.
Patience, that virtue, was a non-factor