One day 
I’ll know more than your birthday,

your middle name,

Or the birthmark on your cheek.

I’m going to know better than tossing and twisting over my beds sheets

And it won’t be cold anymore 
your scent will fill both sides of my pillows.
I’m going to learn to adjust my breathing alongside your steady heartbeats with my head pressed against your sturdy chest.

I’ll sleep in peace and dream only in color at the thought of you.

I will know better than to wonder what you’re thinking when you glimpse at me,
I’ll know you’re smiling with your eyes 
You’ll create for me a vivid,

hued picture when I’m fenced by black and white.

I will know more than to look for you in what you remind me of

In photographs,

Fragrances,

Belongings,

Places.
I’ll learn that you are a landscape,

the natural form of surface and concrete.
You are land but no city,
a hill without claim,

A sea full of itself.

I’ll find home in you.