Am I looking for what doesn’t exist?
What is the kind of love I yearn for?
The moments I wish for?
The lingering fingertips through your hair
Casually stroking your earlobes while softly reading poetry
From an obscure book found on a dusty shelf with a vague title
The easy passing of doing something simple, together, wordless and effortless
Without instruction or care, just a silent team of unprompted falling
It’s the look in your eye when you see that I’m ready, the look that never dies, the twinkle that speaks, she’s as beautiful as every dream I’ve dreamed and she’s mine.
It’s the sweet perfume of cut flowers because you thought of me on your drive home and wanted to see me smile.
It’s the weight of your hand on my thigh while you’re driving
It’s the way my head fits into the cleft of your shoulder while we sleep entwined.
It’s the way I feel like I’m the only woman in the world when we’re together
I want someone strong enough to carry me yet soft enough to caress me
The sparkle of a constellation in your eyes
Stars and eternity
Do you exist?
This love, am I searching for a dream?
