First, you became my world.
The whole universe pressed into the size and shape of you.
Your gravity grew and I fell into your orbit.

Birch branches became your arms dancing like a dryad in the afternoon draft,
Your soft leaves soothing me.
Every breeze became your breath,
The air that inspired me,
The warm inhale of you that became me.

You became time.
The stream of seconds between each Wednesday after work.
Entire weekends just watching each other's hands move around and over each other.
Impossible hours-long...