My sweet love, my desert flower, do you think of me when you kiss him? Do his lips fit yours like mine? Like pieces of a puzzle God made to be side by side?
Does he hold you, touch you, and comfort you the way you know I could? Or has he grown distant like a man who takes you for granted would?
Do you feel like he sets you free to grow in life and be you? Or do you feel like he thinks that you should just stay the way he wants you to?
Do you think he'd fight 'til the day he dies to give you everything on earth? Or will he settle for a jewel on your hand, then expect your heart to never thirst?
Would he want to experience your love in beautiful, distant lands? Or would he be content with a small life here and trap you in it 'til the end?
Do you see blue when you look into his eyes of brown? Does his love lift you up to the sky and make you feel alive? Or send you, searching, into the arms of others here on the ground?
Does he fear you leaving? or does he think you'll stay just because you owe him for making a mistake?
Does he feel for you and dream of you so deeply that he writes of you like this? Or is his spirit dead? Is he passionless? Is that what's amiss?
My dear, my darling dancer, if any battles of thought with my questions I have won, then, my desert flower, you know what should be done.
This is the longest piece I've ever written, and also the most emotionally draining.