Endearment
so this is love
cold water in the summer
indeed, this is love
rainbows after rain
yes grief persevering
indeed, this is love
calm in the storm
quiet waves whispering
indeed, this is love
cherubs in spring
life is in bloom again
indeed, this is love
kiss of the moon
warm embrace of the stars
indeed, this is love
so this is love
with your hands clutched in mine
indeed, this is love
Physical Touch
you know how to say the words
not just with your lips
but in the way you rub my scalp
whispering ballads in my ear
fingers etching your love in my skin
your embrace cementing it in my heart
Thirst
insatiable
that is the word that comes to mind
my hunger
impossible to satisfy–unyielding
lustfulness
a force that is all too consuming
drought
the boundless drying of my throat–my heart
you
being the only salvation to my unquenchable longing
I gather a glass from the cupboard
that you might fill it–fill me
You Feel Like Summertime
You feel like summertime
The smell of burnt rubber
The sight of children playing in sprinklers
The grit of sand between toes
The sound of rushing waves
And a billion other things
That seem so natural
But obtain a magical quality
When the spring fades
You, feel like summertime
Good Night
I like my good night texts profound
whispering with the longing of the faded daylight
soft as the moon’s silver rays kissing the Earth
humming with a gentle, soothing lullaby
warm like a fuzzy weighted blanket
swaddled as if I were a tuckered-out newborn
with the weight of my world vanishing into twinkling, darkened skies
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