Love letter # 231
It’s a beautiful time of year. Almost as beautiful as you.
The scent of promise, the smell of skin, the bittersweet buzz of longing – this is how I feel you in my body; alive and electric, deep and wordless.
These syllables are a proxy – nothing like the way I really feel. That I can’t describe, not even to call it a hunger.
Right now, the light is like honey and the air is like feathers. The evening is made of music and I’m already dancing. It’s almost as lovely as you.