Dear You,

Elope with me on a fine summer day.

We'll ride a random bus and hope to end up somewhere strange and unfamiliar. We will communicate in strange languages; laugh at silent jokes. We will lie under the stars, talk about distant islands and let the night hear our secret happiness and endless regrets. Because we're the vikings and we will never be defeated.

We will reappear under your blanket. We'll turn off the light and make love under the faint glow of the moonlight until the inconsolable heat of the afternoon. We'll flicker like a fire, we'll perch like butterflies. I will hold you the way I hold my pen - you can be certain that even after the last drip of the ink, still I will never let go. In my stories, I pledge to make you immortal.

Because you will never age for me.
Nor fade.
Nor die.


Until we defy immortality,
*Me