Ode To An Evolving Love
Dear Mine, I would like to think you are my snow. It appears this way because your love purifies the very thing that I run away from, and to, and fear, and shield my heart from. An act of honesty so pure and genuinely smothered over time and into perfection of snowflakes that fall on closed eyelids and pink outstretched tongues. It seems this way and it really is. You are you and me and us and we.
I would like to think you are my cloud. It appears this way because I’ve very so often sought and found refuge in the shadow of your underarm. Here or there, not leaving but living in a warmth saturated and soaked rather than direct and incinerating. It seems this way because even though I feel showers looming, I anticipate dancing in the rains and have no desire to run for some other alternate cover.
I would like to think you are my rain. It appears this way because you fresh and refresh my soul and light and love and skin on pure skin and your smell teases my nostrils like fresh morning grass with pretty dew drops strikingly rolling down red hibiscus flowers. And you spring into my heart and you help my hearts’ flowers blossom. It seems this way because you feed my mind, inspire my thoughts and my words and my soul and me.
I would like to think you’re my wind. It appears this way because you float and blow into the crevice of my achingly broken heart, and breathe new breath into my choked lungs and fill me full of love and life and a tingle that thrills still. It seems this way because you drift into my head, as the cool breeze of a windy evening, setting crooked and lopsided angles right against the edges of my frame. And I hang there, holding on to you.
I would like to think you are my sun. It appears this way because your light emboldens and brightens my soul and dissolves my heart every time, every word and every kiss in the way that heat and radiation and fire only can do. It seems this way because even when I am cold, frigidly unrelenting, I am warmed by the passion of your heat of your ever burning fire for me and you and us and we.
Here’s to our growing love, Always And Forever, Yours.