Hypothetical Love Poem

I want to love you down 
I want to love you up 
I want to compose symphonies to the rhythm of your breathing. 
Eyes like charcoal, etching images into my skin with your gaze. I am, taken over into and through this binding of hearts that is bound to stabilize, contenting this disposable disposition. I won’t call you “the one,” because that’s all relative but I will call you “this one” and this one, is one for the books.