May 1, 2020
What is this? Why is this? I write this half asleep, partially delirious. I dream... am I dreaming? I... Because Im tasting your lips. I can smell your skin, feel it’s softness. I feel a brush of something delicate along my jaw, hear my name softly called against my ear. Yes... I am here. I am yours if you want me... all you have to do is ask.
There is darkness, and orange tinted light. But, Im not alone. I know she is here somewhere. I feel her calling to me. I’m coming. I will not close my eyes. I will stay in this half sleep where we exist. I will stay here where I can sometimes touch her skin. I will linger and always come if she calls.
