Unwrappable things

There are so many things that I cannot seem to wrap my head around, like the curve of your lips when you smile that toothy bright, glorious smile. It's an ancient smile. I take a portrait everytime you do it and yet I never quite capture it. It's a war hero smile. A smile that speaks of legend. I frame you in black and white, like the vintage that you are.

I can never get my head around life and what it all means or why even after day after day of waking up beside you I never want it to be our last. You are like an unquenchable thirst, an unyielding hunger. I search for you in the night when the music stops and the darkness threatens to consume me.

How could I ever wrap myself around your body so that it sticks and I brand you with my skin. But that is an irrational dream of a living breathing fear. I know that one day all I will have left is the memory of all the unwrappable things. Your scent, your simle, my needs and wants. Life remaining ever incomprehensible.

I doubt very much that I know what love is or if it translates to what I feel. Except that I have come to find that the thing that gives me the most joy is going absolutely nowhere with you. Thinking of you guides me through chaos and I relish the idea of being able to have that always.