A Story.
I love you in the ways that I can't describe, explain or even understand its the fleeting moment that hits hard in the chest with mallet strength on the one, and the soft whisper through the trees on the other. I love you like I love the moon, settled deep in the shadows watching the world float on by, I love like the smoke settles around my fingers curling themselves with care, and like the softest kiss that settles on my neck onto the shoulders.
And I would drink wine from your lips, ruby red jewel kissed lips.. and my thoughts disappear no not really thoughts as such but flimsy whimsical notions that I try so hard to stitch together, its the slow stab and pull back to make holes in theories and dreams on windows.
You know its raining right now, glorious drops hitting the stucco and smearing the windows, dark and darker and its beautiful it really is, and its fat droplets and flooded gutters, dark clouds and bright lights. And a thought occurs to me.. "Would you wind down with me if I asked, curl up and lay head in my lap, would you do these many things? Would you?" I wonder this, not sure of the answer at all, sure of my convictions, but not the truth.