A Love Without Form

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