I wish there was a way to articulate
your sunbeams and moon rays
Or how often the kindling in your molten brown
burn fiercely
so fierce I worry the fire will shatter
and float and be engulfed by the dark
that my skies so often provide
But in my space you have planted galaxies
to which cause me to breathe you and see you
in different colors of bright
that become my epitome of hope
And I realize you became light
so I could still see the universe
with my eyes closed.

This transparent veil to cover transparency is suffocating me.

I want to rip off this fabric and know that when I touch your flesh you feel the compassion, not the contact
I want to knock teeth when we kiss and hear thundering laugh and not the muffled titters of nervousness
I want 10 minutes to go by and we're already buried deep in our conversation via messages
Because I don't care.  I don't care that there's this new found stigma that caring is out and mysterious is in. Because I don't care if you text me without a reason, because oh hey!  I was just thinking about you!  Because I like your company, because I'm tired of deciphering ambiguous words.  Because life isn't a ******* code.  It's thrilling, it's open, it's here.  I'm here.

I want you to know I'm here.