Love letter # 112

Something has been re-arranged. The stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things subtly shuffled. My easy control loosened. Like I’m lifted up; a feather on the breath of your favour.

A knot has formed inside me – undone by your outstretched hand. Tied anew by your retreat.

I want to fall to my knees and crawl to the heel of your kiss. I want to shed this skin, let you see it all.

Can’t you tell? You light a blaze in me that threatens everything. All because I want you.