You are unreachable. For as your sun sets, mine rises and only the words I write in the sky westerly wind whispers when you fall asleep. And so I write using consonance for kisses and assonance for sighs; I burn your bare skin with simile like the stars burn the sky; I rock you with high tides of my metaphor when your moon ascends. Every day I love you in words no one but you can decipher, to remind you that as long as the sun returns to the east, I will hold you in my heart.