When I look at you I see past the physical

Past those almond eyes and skin that glows in the night's reflection of the moons warmth.

I see a smile that creeps out like a shooting star and ignites a light inside of me.

I see the softness in your touch that stems from your everlasting tenderness

I see the helplessness of your sleeping body in the early morning light.

When I look at you I see not only skin and bone
But your glitches and twitches; Your heart and your head.
I see the evening shadows that release your energy and entangles with mine.
I see innocent souls bound to these torturous emotional tolls.

When I look at you I see what I should have always seen:

A soul.
A living dream.
A beautiful human being.

As promised, the final version of my photography book,

I swear, I couldn't look away.