She speaks to me in a whisper,
touching me deeply, jolting my
mind in a way that made me
change it. Now I’ve come to
believe in a love with a
nonexistent full-body presence—
one that is heaven-sent.
Ever since that celestial kiss
of words melted into my universe
I’ve been fixed to one emotion.
A profound joy sitting on my frontal
lobe, stirring a devotion. For when
she visits me I can paint her face
so vividly, and every brushstroke
feels like a quiet confession. She
doesn’t need a physical form to
occupy my entire reality; her
essence is truer than anything
my hands can touch.
—JG ©2026

