Love letter # 47

Sometimes there is a knife in me – and it cuts so beautifully. The rush of blood that follows is heady, like a delirious tide, and everything is pure yearning. This is how I feel tonight. Wanting you so. Aching like madness.

Right now, I am a light source. Loving you. I am the river inexorable, sinewy, snaking my way to your sea. Once I was a mere drop of rain. Now I am a part of your splendour.

I love you. That is all.