I miss the scent of a thousand roses that bursts from the wall in your presence, the warmth of crackling fire while rain pours outside when I hold you close until we’re an atom apart, breathing from each other’s mouths, and the constellations inside us warping to burst together.
I miss the glow of your cheeks when you see me pass from one corner of the room to another, sneaking in a kiss I can’t help but ask before I walk past, and coming back for more until we’re lost under the blankets again, while the world spins mindlessly around us, until we resurface.
But hold me close in your dreams. I will step out of the cloudlands into your waking world soon after I collect the words I’ve been stitching together from my heart that I may offer you a humble revière of all the sweet nothings we’ve exchanged and will again next time the roses bloom.
You pull me like a magnet to where fields of cosmos lie endless beneath a golden sky as the sun dances in its zenith to the music of our souls. There where its light hits the patch of darkness in my spirit, washing it off the rubble left by swarms of beasts from my infernal nightmares.
The force you cast each time a smile forms on your lips cools and softens the heated molten rocks that had clung to my countenance, falling off the pink petals under our bodies as we lie rid of strain and disquiet. And the sludge turns into dew at their touch.
In our paradise where the sun sets only when we close our eyes to dream, the cosmos wards the most vicious intruders in the quietude we’ve found; here beside each other while horns resound and thunders clap outside our sphere, until the next sunrise.
Tonight I feel the kiss of a cold breeze in place of your lips; with it a whisper from your heart telling me to be still. For not a heartbeat more, I will find you before me to hold me close again, and all the hours I spent waiting would be but specks of dust trickling away with the space that kept us apart for much too long.
And every trace of loneliness would melt away with the layers of particles that I would brush off your body with my tongue. The tears that hardened into stones inside your heart would burst into a thousand colored lights as other parts of you kindle at my touch.
Slowly the world’s endless spinning would pause at the first breath you take as I inch into the doorway of your soul. A dimension alive with wild roses where we’d lie under cherry trees exchanging kisses we’ve saved until all the stars and the planets are right again.
Until All the Stars and the Planets Are Right Again June 19, 2022
It feels like night again when I can’t reach for your hand beside me in the dark or feel your body against mine as the cold artificial wind blows while I try to enter the world of dreams where I hope to hear your laughter as we wade through the water, sand beneath our feet as we did under the warmth of the sun a few orbits ago.
Already it feels like the weeks ahead would drone on like sticky sand in an hourglass; minutes passing like hours, each containing the intricate details of every kiss, every touch, every look we exchanged for a heartbeat in our little paradise until I see you again.
Moments though brief, forever woven in the fabric interlaced in both our lives now. And the night sky gleams silver-blue with hope; look how the stars shine, telling you how much I need you in my life. Thank you for being in it.