Drunk with emotion.
Like the hazy dreams of illness once you finally wake. Except this is more memorable, this is joyful and here and true. This is what it means to succumb to the overwhelming relief of having you so close to me that there’s hardly even space for breath between us.
It’s hard for me to speak.
Hard to put into words the gladness that lights your eyes at the sight of me.
Me.
Not some shallow, stainless reflection of me without flaws.
The lonely spot in my mind where the thought of us dwells is mocking me today.
The world is too dark a place to smile so carelessly. I know that. And yet… whenever I see yours, I find myself wishing the rest of the world away.
I could spend an eternity of solace in those arms.
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I wonder how it feels for a tamed bird to rush through the skies and swoop down onto a perch that wholeheartedly offers safety and a home.
Sliding to my knees, unable to entertain the thought of letting go.
How can I? When you’re a welcome dock — proud and sturdy against the volatile waves. And I’m just another broken ship, barely able to moor after suffering another endless journey.
Don’t turn me away.
I’ve got a clean ashtray with your name on it and a blanket in the trunk as warm and encompassing as dribbling honey.
Just say the word.
I’ll seize you closer than breath between us allows.