Inhale and Out

Must be hours later when I open my eyes to catch the tail end of a wince. You’re frozen, phone in one hand, charger in the other. Wide-eyed. I pull you down as you manage to get out “Let me call you right back.” 

This month isn’t really for me, you get that - She loves me. Still. I am so /so/ fucking proud (that, I cannot deny) to kiss you in the middle of the street, lean my forehead on yours between, hold you tight all the while. In the honesty of daylight. Unapologetic. To say, “Yes. This is who I love and how. Come and fucking end me then. If it is such an egregious assault on your sensibilities. Go on.” You, I refuse to love by halves. It wouldn’t keep. You are the Love whose name I dare always speak, dare roar. 

"so ends my favorite and begins yours. to mornings of glorious bedhead lightening by the day. freckles abound your honey golden face too. endless days of warm freedom and to nights wrapping you up in only my long, tanned arms. most of all.”