Love letter # 112
Something’s been re-arranged – the stars aren’t quite where they used to be. The order of things – subtly shuffled – and my easy control – loosened. It’s 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 – and all because I want you.