Stood back from the crowd slightly, a light
face amidst the many in the acropolis, his gaze
captures mine. Fine features alight, he is a flame bright
in the summer sun, my greater half. The myriad ways
the mind plays over the less than gentle grasp
of his fingers entwined with mine consumes me. Days
are lost to the pleasure of his presence, his body mapped
and charted by my hands—not for conquest's sake,
but to know the certainty of companionship at its core.
The world is to be conquered, but the heart, a maze
to rediscover again and again, a mutable space to explore
the very breadth of closeness that inclines him to stay.
Although I've conquered much within my reach,
without him at my side, the world is incomplete.