Flash through my body.
Flush my skin.
Swarm me in sunshine and ghostly kisses.
Daydreams swaddled in cotton candy colored love.
Wildflowers and butterflies.
Clouds that bound bucolic over the blue sky.
High above me, my heart soaring out like pigeons flocking towards pinnacle roofs and crosshatching stovepipes.
I sat and watched the sky today.
Thoughts of you breathless in my chest.
Words to songs tucked into my ears.
I felt as though I was in a movie montage.
A silent soundtrack that no one heard but I.
Although I suspect that you heard the melody as well, despite the miles between us.
Always this connection.
Electric and poignant.
Soul bound and heart-rending.
Soft poesie in the corners of my mouth, which would curl up like a swallow swooping through twilight.
He gives me love, love, love, love.
Crazy love.
God the need for you.
The need that swallows me, wraps me up, carries me away without my control or consent.
Powerless.
Vulnerable.
Swept away.
I watched the sky a lot today, I think that has been spoken too already, but the clouds and the palm fronds and the trees leaves cutting into those gauzy masses had me softened and bending and wistful.
Wistful that still haunts me and lingers.
A burnished ache in my breast.
As though I have a blazon there, a lighthouse beam of love.
I think to myself.
All the thoughts of you, innumerable, a veritable encyclopedia of thoughts on you.
A reference book writ on my heart.
I long just to hold you tight.
So baby, I can just feel you.
Yes.
Dearest.
I am listening to Van Morrison.
Wishing I was dancing with you to the music and not longing for you while I listen to it.
Thoughts of you whilst you lay, way over there, lay, oh, so far away.
How I miss you.
How I love you.
Let me not count the ways.
I would curry no sleep, only the counting, which is infinite, endless, and full of untold depth and mystery.
Like your eyes.
I just want to come home.
Come home.
And see your eyes.
Your eyes.
Looking at me.
That way.
You know the one.
Yes.
Like that.
Just.
Like.
That.
And the hope is.
The wish is.
The desire is.
Fervent and deep.
That you’ll come running to me.
Hey, come running to me.
Oh baby.
Please.
Won’t you?
Please.
Come.
Running to me.
Auntiebubba 