Priceless

My favorite work of art is not a painting nor a sculpture

It is tangible and real and smells of cologne and fresh, spring air

My favorite work of art is two strong hands brushing my cheekbones with their fingertips while kissing me slow

It is a clear night- when his eyes twinkle like the two brightest stars above us as we gaze upon the endless, dark sky

I trace the constellations of freckles on his back

For they are more beautiful than Orion or Lyra or Cepheus

My favorite work of art is the perfect curls I wrap my fingers around as I sit on his lap and breathe in the scent of his laundry detergent

Even the intangible things are works of art to me

Like the way he looks at me with love and passion in his eyes

Or the way he tells me I’m a breath of fresh air in a polluted world

Waking up to his arms pulling me closer is extraordinary

His sleepy mumbles are music to my ears and I wish I could listen to the way he whispers my name on loop

The beauty of my unconditional love for him could never be captured or replicated

This kind of art is priceless.