I always imagine myself
telling you exactly what
I am feeling in the moment,
and how I am feeling it.

This never goes as planned.

The rain pours heavily on
the car roof,
The windows are decorated
with droplets that cast a
gentle shadow, speckled across
your moonlit face.

When our lips meet,
the words never come
like I mean for them to...

When our lips meet,
the words don't work
nearly as accurately as
everything else does in the
moment...

Every subtle & gentle touch
is a language speaking all on its own.
We have no need to speak
with words any longer...

I know every word
you are telling me
without you even saying a thing...

The lightning lights up
the night sky
with every intention of
bringing us closer,
our electricity creating more..

The thunder
that our pounding hearts
make when we get one second
to reunite..