As a Moth to the Glow of a Candle...

I press my nose into the crook at base of her neck and top of her shoulder near her collar bone and smell-in the rich, sweet scent of her. My lungs tremble as faint aromatic elements of her touch the most primal portion of my brain’s limbic system and cause me to falter and reject common sense and logic and time. She leans her temple against my mine and closes her eyes and tells me of the distances we both have crossed and of fear for the lives we both could have had should our pathways have never intertwined. With lips resting just below her ear I whisper in unreserved, sincere agreement...