Just Breathe

There are times when what you mean to me feels as clear to me as if it was a gem in my eye. And I reach out to you through some terrestrial means of communication and find it fails me. I cannot capture it in text, or chat, or call. Touch can bring me close, but we so easily become something new when in contact, and as much as I want to translate this feeling, there is little I want more than I want what's in us.

I can show you, if you'd like.

I can give you a taste of what it feels like.

To be taken. To be undone.

To be cherished on the edge of a blade.

To be driven deep. To be opened.

Nothing I show you is new.

I've done it all myself as well.

I hold you in too high a regard to be careless.