My mind travels when you do. Back and forth I roam, traverse the path of we, and get so strangely sentimental; missing you keenly and loving you more differently than when you’re right in front of me. When you’re away I can keep it all in perspective - what we havebeen/are/willbecome…it’s so easy then.
When you’re near though…I falter. Beauty overwhelms and love wells and I. I don’t know what to say. Can’t speak/write the words necessary to wholely convey the intensity that sets my insides afire when I look into your eyes, when we vibe/flow, when we fight. Feels like shortened breath and thoughts aflurry and streams of consciousness seeping from the place between my thighs and…I burn. This is passion. And we…
are balance.
I realize that when you’re away. Cause you know, days ain’t always sunny. They’re grey, the light dim, and the way to zion murky. Or we just become too lazy to make the trek. We bicker and fuss, get all huffy and inordinately offended and right in the middl...I always want to kiss you. This a(rou)muses me and the original purpose of the argument becomes cloudy. But now I’ve decided to toy with you because yeah…I’d like some more of that. Heat. So I tease you (as my lips would), and propel my words so that they will slip under your skin as I…
as we do. Everyday we live inside we and in sync even when seemingly out of. Yes you find me insanely irritating, but somewhere else? You know as well as I that we are sublimely sublimating the aggression and stress of the outside world in an entirely different way.
Balance.
I see it in everything now...easy.
Because of you.