Her Charmed Life

I write this with shuttering finger tips.

To you, my dear, my friend.

If only you knew how exactly you are experienced by me.  In the darkest nights, I lay awake and dream of you. I am unable to escape the rhythm of your thumping heart pressed against my palm and heat that outlines all thoughts of you. Your laugh is an orchestra of sunshine, the warm rays brilliantly shining through my foggy window. The questions you constantly bring about in me, like the morning birdsong on my porch, are something I look forward to with curiosity and excitement. I am enamored with the way your body moves through our moments, without restraint and so full of life.

I want to drink it in. Please, allow me to bask in those rays of light, let the warmth of you touch my soul. I want to feel the singe the heat brings to me as you blaze through my mind, wild.