A blue morning on the 46a to Stillorgan.
I get emotional gliding past the little orange town house. I've passed it every day for two years but this time it feels different.

I can smell your walls and furniture.
Can taste the breakfast you'd surprise me with after a long night of dancing and love making.
Can feel your head on my shoulder as you hold me at the kitchen counter.

You kiss my stomach.

On our last morning, you had driven me to college. Me, eating nutella and banana toast and you watching the roads too carefully. You had just gotten your license. Fionn Regan played softly.

I want someone that will make me fall deeply in love and make me feel all the things that we read in the books.
Someone that will come with me to art galleries and be my inspiration to paint.
Someone with who I will sit on balconies, waiting for the sunset ,and won't ask me why I take photos of it every day because he'll see the beauty of it like I do.
Someone with who laying all day in bed in the winter days ,watching our favorite movies it's going to be enough.
Someone with who I can get drunk and dance all night to our favorite songs.
Someone that will stay awake with me counting the stars and talking about our deepest desires and fears.
Someone who will travel around the world with me and visit every city we have ever dreamed of.
Someone with who there won't be anything more perfect than coffee and pancakes in the morning.
Someone with who I won't be scared to let all my devils out.
Someone who won't make me wonder how they feel about me.
Someone who will understand me.
Someone who won't make me feel like I'm not good enough.
Someone who will believe in me even when I don't .
Someone who will make me forget all the problems and will make me truly happy.
But that someone is too perfect to be more than a dream. Isn't it?

Through kisses we came to be here.
Soft curves of flesh revealed and traced by fingertips inspired.
To feel the rise and fall of silent, restful breaths and to touch true restfulness.
To savor the miracle of it and so gentle so as not to disrupt it.
Lips seeking to follow in finger's path so as to know the sensation of the sights.
Along neck and shoulder by delicate procession giving the sense of touch new meaning
With fingertip and lips, with sight and by scent to know the gift that has been given.
To feel through touch of skin and the tangle of limbs a feeling so peaceful and at rest.
Lips pressed to lips in the softest and most tender way so that they seem to be as one.
Gentle movements as hands and eyes and mouths explore the sense of being of one soul.
Conversations between eyes, devoid of ears, speaking both of fire and contentment.
Intimate caresses shared and without thought to keeping secret the soul's desires.
Passions and lusts, loves and dreams converging to bring true peace of mind and body.
Locked in embrace, in heart, in mind and in memory your kiss is my highest point.
All else is without sensation or fire or purpose without it

My hands across your chest.
Down your stomach.
Grazing your every inch.

Listing off the things I love about you in my head:
Your smile, Your laugh, Your words, Your ,
                                    
                          ­                   [(stop)]

But it’s okay.

You've found another.

And they will never stay,
But my need for you will remain.

Just maybe, one day, this will definitely go away.

It may be only
a little pearl.
But someone
reached out to it
peeping in the giant sea.