I yearn to wake up to the smell of freshly baked bread and the strong aroma of a new batch of coffee. Sat on the balcony in a quaint apartment overlooking the ocean - mug in one hand; cigarette in another - with a view that words cannot begin to comprehend. The cool salty sea breeze tousling my morning bedhead as I look to you, my heart is full - I am the luckiest girl in the world.

How I long for the warmth of your skin
Your naked shoulders against my chest
To endure your cold feet on my legs
As I lay my head to rest

I want to feel your breath moving
The hairs that reside on my arm
As I pull you closer, ever closer still
To make you feel secure, to keep you warm

I want to know the smell of your hair
Map all the freckles and marks on your back
Like a personal and intimate constellation
That has sprung from the slender hind of your neck

Follow it down to the curve of your hips
Stroke your breast as you fall asleep
Catch the sigh that escapes your lips
As I whisper “ Goodnight, my love”

e                       I don't quite know what's worse.                     p

             Being 100%, completely broken
                      i
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Or being 99% completed, and never seeming to find the last...


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skies -   a mix of orange and yellow
blankets of cotton candy clouds
blue and white
alike The Starry Night
mixed with evening light
with swirling parallel lines that     - blend -
orange, red, purple, yellow, blue          egressing the sky as pastels!

a perfectly blended ombré of - cool -
hues of blue and - warm -
hints of the orange - sunset -
poetically painted across the sky beside
under blankets of, now, dark clouds.

watching day transition to night;
completely and utterly sublime.

It's truly
a
chaotic
thing
to
suddenly
see

starlight,
heaven,
and
everything

in someone's eyes

Tonight I miss you just  
a little - more - than usual.
Dawn breaks.   8am sunrises.   Time slips.  
Gracefully,
I melt like the winter’s snow
under the glowing sun.
Choosing with every passing day
to grow closer to you
to hold only your hand,
to kiss only your lips, and
to touch only your skin
for now and
for as long as time will allow.